The Therapy Journals of the Fat-Headed Klingon Woman

One woman's journey to becoming Her True Self

Do You Hear the People Sing? May 17, 2018

Hello all!!  Wow, am I all over the map today.  I have the whole “Do You Hear the People Sing” thing stuck in my head because… it’s the last day of school AND Les Mis auditions at Ardmore Little Theatre were five years ago tomorrow.  OBVIOUSLY I’m an emotional wreck. But totally in a good way.

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First, the last day of school is a major milestone.  It feels like barely a few days ago I was working in my classroom, getting ready for school to start, being scared, nervous, intimidated, and completely unsure if I were supposed to be here.  I made it through the year though, survived all the moments when I felt like I should run away and become a sheep herder in Tibet, and kept plowing despite a somewhat critical bout with depression.  I think I’ve come to the conclusion that the first year of teaching is about like the first year of college:  I’ve probably gained at least fifteen pounds since I was hired.  Still, it’s been a good year.  I’ve tried to operate in a mode of loving these kids and remembering that they ARE just KIDS.  They are not fully formed humans yet, and they can be jerks on occasion.  Sadly, many adults can be jerks too, but that’s another post.  The point is… IT’S THE LAST DAY OF SCHOOL!! WOOOO!

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Second, the anniversary of the auditions for Les Miserables (I don’t know how to type it with all the correct little accent marks) is tomorrow.  FIVE years ago tomorrow, I got on a stage and sang in front of strangers, and opened the door to a world I couldn’t have imagined.  It has brought me some of the greatest joy and the worst pain I’ve experienced in the last few years.  Between great new friends, disappointing audition results, crushes that were not meant to be, sharing the worst pain of those new friends,  celebrating victories and learning new things I never knew I could do… theatre has been a blessing in my life.  Note: the featured image of this post is my best friend who I met at auditions and who played Madame Thenardier.  She was and is nine kinds of awesome!

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I haven’t been actually ON stage in a long time, because I allowed myself to feel like I was too fat and ugly to be up there, (and also that I wasn’t really a good enough actor) but I’m hoping to conquer that this season.  There are a couple of shows I wouldn’t mind auditioning for, directors I would love to work with, and of course, the chance to reprise a role and play the same character I played when I first started, when we produce a new entry in the Buttermilk series: A Dark and Stormy Night at the Buttermilk Hotel, written partly by one of those new theatre friends.  I’ll have hopefully had my weight loss surgery a few months before the Buttermilk play is ready to audition, and I’ll be feeling a lot better about my weight. I’m also probably going to start working with a practitioner of FDN, functional diagnostic nutrition, and getting some health issues solved even before I have surgery.  We’ll see how it works.

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So back to the last day of school.  I just feel like I want to try to remember everything.  So far it’s been a good day, but it’s only 2nd hour!  I’m going to finish this post and grade the tests from 1st hour.  Let the day only go up from here!  And in only three weeks, I’ll be on my way to ALASKA!!! Yessss!

Until next time,

D.

 

 

Mama T and Crazy D’s Big Adventure August 27, 2014

Tulsa Les Mis set

Hello all!  You know what’s good about having friends?  Well, ok, there’s lots of good things about having friends, but right now, I’m thinking of two big things:  friends can support each other through difficult and scary things, and friends can have crazy amounts of fun together.  For example:

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This past weekend, I got to do something I rarely get to do, and ALWAYS want to do.  I got to go on a trip with a friend.  Ok, so it was a short trip.  Basically, it was an overnight trip.  Ardmore to Tulsa and back in 24 hours or 5000 Calories.  Since I seem to be on a Forrest Gump reference role this morning, I’ll put it this way.  My ‘best good friend’ and I went to Tulsa last Friday night to see Les Miserables at the Tulsa Performing Arts Center.

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Now as most of my readers know, I was actually IN a performance of Les Mis (Ok, eight performances) when Ardmore Little Theatre presented the first ever community theater production of Les Mis in Oklahoma, last year in late July.  I was just one of The Miserables, whereas my best good friend was Madame Thenardier, the Great Mean Mama.  I often now call her Mama T.

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So Mama T and I left her house at about 3:45 Friday afternoon and headed for Tulsa.  She was driving, because she has a decent vehicle, and mine… well, let’s just say it’s not really up to road trips, even relatively short ones.  So we hit the road and the first thing I did was jokingly snuggle my head on her shoulder and see if I could sweet-talk her into agreeing to the latest thing the theater asked her to do, and we spent some time hashing out why she won’t do it.  Let’s just say spotlight hogging is involved. 🙂

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So then we were both hungry and we started looking for ideas for somewhere to eat supper before we got to Tulsa.  Incidentally, neither of us has ANY idea what we used to do before smart phones.  The Map App and the ability to look up nearby restaurants… yeah, Invaluable here, folks.  Mama T teases me because I can barely use the map app, and she says it’s because I never get to go anywhere, which is totally true, and I don’t go many places alone, which is truer still.  Anyway, we ended up stopping in Stroud at this place called Rock Café, not to be confused with Hard Rock Café, but famous in its own right because it has been featured on Diners and Dives or something like that.  Anyway, their famous dish was a German thing called ‘jagerschnitzel and spaetzle’ which is basically a breaded pork cutlet with some brown gravy on it and little noodle balls.  It was different, and it was tasty enough for two fluffy girls who were hungry!  We also shared a southern favorite, a dish of fried green tomatoes.  Yum!

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Then onward and upward we went, arrived at Tulsa right on time, went to the theater, went in, and got seated.  This was the point at which things started to get silly.  I’m pretty well known for being, let’s say, enthusiastic, at times and I had been looking forward to this whole adventure for so long!  We sat waiting for the show to start, and the theater nerd in me was basically just dying to climb up there on stage and examine their set construction, sneak backstage and see what kind of fly loft they had, and check out their scene change setup.  We got the giggles a few times, naturally, and I don’t even remember now what all our giggles were about.  I just know we never run out of things to giggle about.

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Finally the show started, and we watched intently, comparing, of course, their production to our production.  Naturally they had some very good performances and some less inspiring performances, but the main reason we chose to do this whole Weekend Warrior Road Trip was that the actor who played Javert in our production had been cast as Thenardier in this one!  We loved him as Javert, of course, and were very curious to see what he would do in a completely different comic role.  Well, he was wonderful, as he always is, and after the show we met up with him and hung out and visited a bit, finally leaving when he decided he’d better get to his bed because he had to do TWO performances on Saturday, one as Javert in the cover cast performance, and one as Thenardier!  Wow, this guy is so dedicated.

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After saying our goodbyes we went to our hotel room and vegged out, rehashing the show and comparing notes.  We had two big fluffy queen size beds in our room and an air conditioner that worked almost too well.  At one point we were chattering away and I was already getting drowsy (what am I talking about, already, it was nearly 2:30 in the morning!) but I was trying to keep listening to her analyzing the show.  Well apparently I dozed off when she was reading aloud from the program, and she looked across the room at me and just about flipped, because I had fallen asleep so suddenly she thought I was dead!

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After that we decided we’d better sleep.  The next morning we slept in, and we had decided previously to skip breakfast in favor of going to Red Lobster for an early lunch.  Checkout was at 11:00 and we walked out at 10:59.  Whew!  The maid was only two doors down from our room.  So then we looked up the nearest RL (thank you again, smart phones!) and went for lunch.  Holy Moly!  I hadn’t been to a Red Lobster in nearly 25 years, and it was quite enjoyable, especially the famed garlic cheddar biscuits.  I chose a mixed plate of shrimp, fish, clams, and scallops, (unfortunately all breaded and fried- this was before I began my low carb thing) and she shared a bite of her crab legs and rice pilaf with me, and we split a giant, melty-center, ice cream topped chocolate chip cookie thing.  Holy Moly again!  Talk about yummy!

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Finally we left and hit the road back toward home.  We chattered all the way about this and that, and finally when we were close to our destination, she suggested we go to this really neat place, The Artesian, in the next town over from hers, which happens to have a Pinkitzel cupcake place in it!  What was really funny was that not ten minutes before she suggested it, I was thinking we should go there and pick up a cupcake or two, because that is what we always do when I go to her house.  Gotta love a good tradition!  Well, we chose our cupcakes and made it to her home.  Hung out, watched some movies about English royalty, ordered a pizza.  Finally about 10:00 that evening, I got on the road toward my domicile and my chilluns.

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Our long-awaited, much anticipated “Mama T and Crazy D’s Big Adventure” weekend was over.  It was a great little relaxing getaway, and I can’t wait  to do another one!

Until next time,

D.

 

Family Traditions Series- February February 13, 2014

valentines dayHello all!  I have to admit to being quite disappointed with myself, given that I wanted to become more active with my writing this year, and my last post was New Year’s Day, and tomorrow is Valentine’s Day (a.k.a. Singles Awareness Day) but really, does this surprise anyone at all?  No?  Ok, didn’t think so.  Moving on.

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Ah, February.  The month of Love.  Or if you’re single and hate it, the month for trying really hard not to resent the heck out of everyone who seems to be happily in love.  Or if you’re single and love it, the month for celebrating NOT having to deal with all the angst of the Big Lovers’ Holiday:  What should I get him? …  What if he doesn’t like it? … What if he didn’t get me anything? … Why in the world am I even with this freak-tard anyway?  You know, stuff like that.

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On the other hand, when most of your Valentine’s Day traditions center around family, now that’s a love-holiday you can celebrate.  Take my family, for example.  For the majority of my children’s lives, it has been just me and them.  I have frequently (when funds allowed) acknowledged this holiday by buying them numerous things they really didn’t need, such as balloons, stuffed animals, chocolate, and the occasional Disney DVD.  I could not tell you at this moment if they remember any of it.  But I did it.  Family tradition.  Also, tradition for almost any holiday for which I buy things for my children dictates that I put it off until the last possible minute, which explains the sight of me at the store at 7:00 p.m. on February 13, picking through the last, smooshy, pitiful mylar balloons and the ugly, weird stuffed animals that nobody wanted, trying to pick three that my three little darlings might vaguely enjoy and appreciate.

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A much different family tradition revolves around an event very similar to last month’s family tradition of the church New Year’s party.  (Yes, my church has get-togethers for every occasion.)  In February, they always have a “Valentine’s Fellowship.”  Now this little party has gone through several variations over the years.  When I was younger they had such themes for this evening as 1) a potluck dinner where the men do all the cooking and all the women have to do is show up, (always a plus, except for the risk of men cooking) 2) a mystery dinner where all the components were given silly names and you chose your menu ahead of time without knowing what it actually was and you were served what you chose in the order you chose it (which meant if you weren’t careful, your first course might be a pat of butter and you might not get your spoon or fork until the end of the meal), and finally 3) catered at the church building by various local restaurants.  Also continuously in flux was the identity of the intended attendees. (Ha- say that five times fast!)  Who was the party for, really?  Married and dating couples only?  The whole family?  Anyone and everyone?  WHO!!???

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But eventually they got past all questions and creativity, and decided to make it a fellowship for the entire congregation, where we simply either have something catered and brought to the church building, or we all get together and go out to a restaurant somewhere.  They have probably had this every year since I was a child, and sometimes my family went and sometimes they didn’t, but when we did it was almost always a good time.  If it was being held at the church building, there were sometimes games, like picking up candy hearts by sucking on a straw and depositing them in a little bowl. Also ever-popular was the Newlywed Game.  Sometimes that one could get scary, the fact that these are church people at a church party in a church building notwithstanding!

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I don’t think I have personally participated in this fellowship in a couple of years, but apparently it is still a popular gathering.  Last Saturday evening a total of 35 people from our congregation descended en masse upon a little Mexican restaurant downtown called Casa Romo.  Daughter J. and her boyfriend went, and based upon the stories we were regaled with at church services the next day, a good time was had by all.  I appreciate that my church has things like this.  I do.  I think it’s great.  Maybe one of these days I will get back into the habit of going to these little parties.  But for now, they serve as the source of a long history of fun and funny memories.

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What are your favorite February traditions?

Until next time,

D.

 

Winner of the Most Awkward Moment of The Year So Far Award! March 22, 2013

Hello all.  I have only this to say today.  I have just experienced that awkward moment when you’re showing someone (the PREACHER you work with!) your pictures on Facebook and suddenly he’s looking at something you would NEVER have wanted him to see (i.e. old pics of you at someone’s birthday celebration at the karaoke club!)  Can we say, Face. On. Fire?!

Ah well.  We are now in a new phase of our work-relationship.  God bless us, every one. 

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Until next time,

D.

 

Stream of Consciousness Rambling. With a Soundtrack. October 11, 2012

Hello all.

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Ok, so right now, here’s how I’m feeling:  restless.  I’m at work, and I’m all caught up, and I’m completely alone in the building, and I’m bored senseless.  I’m listening to my iTunes (yes, in a church building.  Currently I’m hearing “What Doesn’t Kill You (Makes You Stronger)” and desk-dancing to it)  I’m dying to text someone and check in to say hi.  Almost anyone will do at this point.

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Man, I wish I could dance.  My favorite self-disparaging remark on my dancing talent is that I move like the Tin Man getting electrocuted.  I’m listing to “Dynomite” now, and I’d love to be up and moving instead of sitting here typing and tapping my toe and bobbing my head and shoulders.  That’s about the extent of my rhythmic abilities.

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Next up, “Firework.”  I would so love to sing this one at karaoke.  And I think I will, eventually.  We’re having karaoke at the next family reunion if I have to sell a kidney on the black market.  At least I can sing here at work.  It goes over a lot better in an empty church building than behind the counter at the register at the UPS Store.  (That’s where I worked before, and where I plan on spending a few Saturdays leading up to Christmas.  Extra funds for gifts for the spoiled rotten offspring, you know.)

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I actually love the freedom of this job.  I can come in and leave whenever I want.  I can bring my kid with me and homeschool him.  I can listen to music and sing, and hope someone doesn’t come down the hall and surprise me making a fool of myself.  As long as I get my tasks done and don’t do anything sinful in the process, they don’t care.  I literally write and sign my own paycheck.  It’s actually kinda weird.

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And finally, we’re hearing “Fire Burning” by Sean Kingston.  This is another one I’d kill to be able to dance to, no kidding.  Maybe I ought to just check into lessons or something.

A Different Church Building

A Different Church Building (Photo credit: justshootingmemories) Our building looks a little like this.

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Ok, well, must go now, because my co-worker/boss will be here shortly and requires my assistance to follow him over to the tire shop and give him a ride back over here, so I’d better go clean out my embarrassing car.  The inside isn’t even the most embarrassing part.  The worst part is the horrible screeching grinding sound my brakes are making continuously, even when I’m not braking.  I really need that looked at, but I can’t afford it right now.  Y’all can pray they don’t fail at the most inopportune moment and get me killed.

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Thanks for listening to my ramble along with my dance party playlist.  More later.  Holla! 🙂

Until next time,

D.

 

 

Allure Trip Journal- Part 10: Rita’s Fiesta and More! June 13, 2012

 

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So we had received the news that Daughter J. would get to meet her favorite character after the first ice show performance, and there was general happiness all around.  For some reason I cannot fathom, knowing what was scheduled for the evening (namely Rita’s Fiesta), I decided it would be a good idea to go to Park Café and get a Roast Beef Sandwich.  Still as good as the first bite!  I swear, I could have lived on those things.  Then I went to Guest Services to get new cards for myself and Daughter S. because the sunscreen had rubbed the letters off ours.  (In case you’re interested.)   When I returned to the room, The Boy seemed to think he was starving, and he thought a visit to Boardwalk Dog House was in order.   And so it was that he had two Coney Island dogs, and I (again, reasons unfathomable) tried a Wunderdog.   The kids were vegging out and watching a movie.  I realized I had now missed all sailaways except the first one.   We killed time for a while, because the kids wanted to go to WJ before Rita’s.  Yes, that’s right- they don’t care for Mexican food.

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So we went to WJ.  After all, the kids had a pressing date with their oft-repeated chicken nuggets, French fries, spaghetti, and burgers.   I do NOT know what had come over me at this point, but for some reason I had a couple small bites of some other things, (the little garlic-y mozzarella balls were particularly good) and tried a lemon tart.  Then we went to Boardwalk to kill time until the Fiesta.  They rode the carousel again and we checked out the candy shop.  We hadn’t spent quite as much money as I had planned for, so I thought they could have a little candy.  (Which, of course, they needed like Custer needed more Indians, but parents crazy things sometimes.)  So they decided they just had to have some gummy bears, and J. got some Reese’s pieces and cherry candies.  We went to check out.  I had seen the number on the screen for the customer in front of us and had begun to get concerned.   When the staff member put their candy on the scales, I almost choked.   I don’t think I remember seeing a specific price for the candy in any of the reviews I’ve read, but I think it’s about $0.75 an ounce!  The total for the junk the kids bought- $26.00!  (In case you’re interested.)

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We also checked out the Pets At Sea shop.  There was one somewhat negative incident that occurred in here.  In addition to her other issues, Daughter J. is blind in her left eye due to an injury at about age 8 from a flying fork.  (I know, it’s a hideous story.)  So the Pets at Sea shop is pretty small, and Jas was walking around looking at the animals, and there was this large older lady just kind of standing in the middle of the room, staring around, blocking traffic.  Jas didn’t see her there and kind of bumped into her, and she said something snippy.  (“Knock me over, kids, please!”)  I wish I’d told her what was what, or maybe I should have apologized and explained, but I just grabbed Jas’s elbow and tried to steer her out of the Old Dear’s way.

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So finally we went to the Fiesta.  We waited in line, checked in, and received our drink bracelets and Fiesta souvenirs.  The Boy got a little sombrero, and the girls and I got a little flashing rubber spikey ball on a necklace.  (About the drink bracelets, they put a little plastic tabbed wristband on you, either green or red depending on your drink being alcoholic or not, and you give the staff one of the tabs each time you order a drink, in case you’re interested.)  We were seated in the far corner near the kitchen entrance, but it was ok, because I wasn’t sure how J. and The Boy would do with the noise level.  Neither of them is super comfortable with “loud” but I figured it would be ok.  They took our first drink order.  As mentioned in other reviews, the wait staff acts like you can only have margaritas, and for the first one, I kind of took them at their word and had a mango one.  It was pretty good, but the lady at the next table had something that looked much better, and I resolved to ask her what it was and order that for the next one.

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The entertainment began- they had everybody do a train through the restaurant area and out into the Boardwalk.  They snagged one person at a time from each table until almost everyone was on their feet.  J. and The Boy flatly refused to get up (they’re such party poopers) but Daughter S. and I joined the crowd.  I made one or two circuits through the restaurant and went back to the table, (I could be a party pooper, too) but she went all the way out to the outside area.   Then when that song was over, everybody returned to their table and they started bringing food.  There was absolutely no doubt in my mind that much of the food they brought to our table would go to waste, and for that reason I felt kind of guilty for even booking this, but I mainly did it because I thought the 3-drink thing was a steal.

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They brought the chips and salsa, which I thought was pretty darn good, though some reviewers on CC have panned it.  Naturally, the kids didn’t try any.  SIGH!  We were all pretty tired and a little sunburned after two port days in a row, but I had hoped they would perk up a little.  Daughter J. finally smiled when they played what we call the “football game” song.  You know the one- “…na na-na na, HEY! …”   It probably has a real name, but I don’t know it.  Anyway, then they brought a little dish of pico, sour cream, and guacamole.  The pico was good, the guacamole fair, but I was so full.  Then they brought flour tortillas and a dish of fajita filling- I think it was mixed beef and chicken with onions and peppers, but it may have been just beef.  I went ahead and made one fajita and ate it, and it was reasonably tasty, although not the best I’ve ever had.   Finally they brought a dessert tray with flan, churros, and tortillas wrapped around bananas, along with some chocolate dipping sauce.  We had never tried churros or flan before, and we didn’t know what to expect, nor do we have anything to compare them to, but Daughter S. and I had been looking forward to trying them.  They didn’t seem to be anything terribly special.

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I feel like I’m being unfairly negative about the food here- I’m sure it was good, but I was so ridiculously full already, I couldn’t give it a fair evaluation!  The kids didn’t really try much of anything, although Daughter S. did try the churros.  And speaking of her, remember when I said early on that she didn’t enjoy the virgin margarita I had bought for her, but she later found a flavor she really loved?  This was where she found it, and it was virgin strawberry margarita.  She was kind of in love with that drink, and thankfully she used all three of her drink tabs.  The Boy was so dehydrated from all the swimming and snorkeling, all he wanted was “water!  More water!” and Daughter J. might have had some water and one Sprite.  So in addition to not being able to really give the food a chance, the drink deal was a bust too.  I ended up having all three of mine (the drink I mentioned earlier, that the lady at the next table had ordered, turned out to be a B-52, I think, which I luuuuuvvved. 😀   My final drink was a regular ‘rita.  It was super strong and I took it back and asked them to weaken it, and then I think they gave me a virgin one, because I couldn’t taste anything at all in that one.  Who knows?)

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While everybody was eating, but more toward the end, they grabbed a contestant from most tables and had a dance-off, first the women, then the men.   They asked where everybody was from and then seemed to try to pick a song that “went with” that state, but I could be misinterpreting.  The contestants all got a shot of tequila afterwards.  One lady had some serious moves and seemed to be the most popular dancer of our Fiesta.  The guys were goofy, as always.  One young man had enjoyed his drinks quite a lot, apparently, and tried to take his shirt off!  The host quickly put a stop to that.  (I can’t remember the host’s name, but he was pretty funny.)   So all in all, for us, on this particular occasion, Rita’s Fiesta was fun, but a pretty big waste of money for us, but with more enthusiastic, hungry, and energetic  dinner companions, it would have been a fantastic deal.  

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So we took Daughter J. and The Boy back to the room, and Daughter S. and I returned to the Aquatheater to wait for the Sing-Along Grease movie.  First, they were having a 50s and 60s Rock n Roll Dance Party, which was a lot of fun to watch and listen to.  The lady who had been the best dancer at our Fiesta showed off her moves here too, and she seemed to be gaining a following.  She really was an enthusiastic dancer.

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So then Grease came on, and we watched and sang along, and it was kind of tricky trying to figure out whether there were really that many people actually singing in the Aquatheater!  It sounded like quite a lot of people, but I didn’t think there would be that many people who would like that type of thing.  I thought maybe they had added extra voices to the sing-along lyrics.  I thought surely we were the only nerds!  I never did look behind me to see how full it was, but when it was over and we were leaving, it seemed that there had been a good crowd, so I guess outdoor sing-along movies are more popular than I thought!  When it was over, we were tired and looking forward to winding up our trip with a couple of leisurely sea days in a row.

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Next post, we’ll see how leisurely they turned out to be!

Until next time,

D.

 

Allure Trip Journal- Part 6: Formal Night Festivities June 8, 2012

English: Chicago Theatre in Chicago, Illinois

English: Chicago Theatre in Chicago, Illinois (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Hello all!

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Continued…

In my actual journal from the trip, after I put the journal down in the above post, this is what it says:  “Ok- after the previous- I totally forget what happened.  We got ready for formal night.”

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I wore my beloved yellow dress I bought on eBay and worked my arse off to make sure I fit into for this trip.  And naturally I fidgeted with it all night!  After going back and forth on whether we were going to “do” formal night and how fancied up we were going to get, we ended up bringing the formal wear, but honestly- neither I nor my girls are “girly-girls.”  None of us wear makeup regularly in everyday life, none of us curl or straighten or perm or color our hair regularly (although since I am approaching 40, the “Great Battle of the So-Called Sparklies” has begun, and I do try to cover some evil grays from time to time.)  So it turned out that none of us did much with our hair.  I convinced the girls to at least wear foundation to even out their complexions, and I put on a little Bare Minerals and some mascara.  After being all enthusiastic about bringing his suit and getting it all pressed and cleaned, The Boy was in the middle of a really sleepy spell when it was time to get ready for dinner, and had to be, shall we say, coerced, to get up and get dressed.  Therefore he sat at table in his little suit, half asleep like an old Grandpa after Thanksgiving dinner, and had to be prodded awake to give old Dalton his order.  Sigh!!!

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The girls didn’t really do anything with their hair or jewelry, or even their shoes, but we didn’t really care that much after a while.  We looked pretty good, and we were only in pursuit of Experience.  So we went to our table, and I enjoyed pointing out other people’s pretty outfits to the girls, i.e. “Hey, look at that dress- that’s gorgeous!”  And also, “Look out, that chick’s dress is so short, she’s fixin’ to moon us!”  I had the antipasti, garlic soup, chicken marsala, and tiramisu.  It was all very nice, but I began to feel guilty again, this time because poor Dalton would give us his little recommendations pitch every night on what was supposed to be extra good that night, and we never seemed to take them!!  I think he got a complex, because he seemed fairly quiet and not so there the next few nights.

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After dinner, we went and had a few pictures taken and then in true redneck fashion, we ditched our fancy clothes and went swimmin’!  I felt pretty awkward waiting for the elevator in our swimsuits and cover-ups when there were tuxes and gowns and bling everywhere, but I got over it. 😀  Tonight was a memorable moment in the trip.  I went to the towel station to get us some towels, and the attendant, Andres, had a notebook on his desk where he had been drawing.  I struck up a conversation about his art and how Daughter S. is an artist.  She draws anime and would die to go to the Dallas Art Institute and become an animator.  She thinks Avatar is the pinnacle of movie magic, and she also would love to do the voices for her own cartoon show. (Just a little networking there, sorry.)  So I went back and told her all about him, and we went back and they talked, and we said she would bring her notebook down there either that night or the next night and show him her work.  Unfortunately, we got busy doing other things and she never did go back that night.  I’ll get back to this story when she did go back…

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After swimming, we took The Boy and Daughter J. back to the room, changed clothes again, and then Daughter S. and I went to see Chicago.  Now I have to say here, that I have never seen a real Broadway show, never even an “Off-Broadway” show.  The closest I have come to that has been my local Little Theater group and Lone Grove High School’s esteemed productions.  With regard to Chicago itself, I have only seen the movie and my little sister’s Humorous Duet of vignettes from Chicago in competitive speech, (which was a RIOT, btw) so I can’t say how good or not good the show was in quality.  But I enjoyed it a lot, and I loved the music.  I especially enjoyed the performance of “When You’re Good to Mama.”  I don’t remember the actress’s name, but she definitely blew the roof off, and got a great round of applause.

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Here was another of the best moments of the cruise as far as time spent with one of the kids, because S. and I got a severe case of the giggles.  It went like this:  I jokingly told her I was never going to cruise with them again, but then I said I’d definitely cruise with her, and I told her she could take me on a cruise to Alaska when I was old and departed.  I meant to say decrepit, but we both cracked up at the idea of her taking my urn full of ashes or my coffin on a cruise to Alaska and touring with it.  What can I say, we’re sick and twisted.  😀 It was pretty late by the time the show ended, so after Chicago, we went back to the room and went to bed.

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A note about the show content:  You all know the story of Chicago- sex, betrayal, murder, etc.  It’s not for kids, and the language is all there, but if you or your teenage children (I’d say at least over 14 or 15) are not sensitive or easily offended by such, OR if you have a relationship where you can talk about what you’ve seen and share your beliefs and thoughts, then feel free to take kids over the age of 15 or so, depending on the kid.  I wouldn’t have wanted The Boy to be exposed to it, although he has watched many movies I probably shouldn’t have let him watch, and Daughter J. was recently baptized and is very church-y at this point, and wouldn’t have appreciated it anyway.  Just FYI.  And also, it was VERY cold in the theater.  Daughter S. was wearing shorts and she was ready to pull her knees up under her shirt before it was over.

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Up Next:  First Sea Day!

 

Until next time,

D.

 

 
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