What a Weekend
And it hasn't even officially started yet. Today was marked by a lot of running around, which was mostly rewarding. At the moment, The Child is fixin' to make a deep fried Twinkie. Horrors! She's got a speech tournament tomorrow and she's performing (?) two pieces, one a dramatic reading from (what else?) The Hobbit and the other is a demonstration on how to make aforementioned WMD snack treat. Since she's not actually going to take a deep fryer to the meet, she has to make one now to use for demonstration purposes. Color me grossed out*.
Of course, as she's doing this she's wearing my bathrobe and her hair is wet. And we have to leave in 30 minutes to pick up The Spouse at work so we can get some sushi and then see a community theatre production of "Bye Bye Birdie". Because The Spouse is one of the few straight men I know who adores musical theatre. (Which he's been pronouncing as "theatah" all week).
While I too am looking forward to a few tuna rolls and "The Telephone Song", I am also hoping that we'll be home in time for the second airing of "BSG". Because it's Friday. And because it wasn't on last week. And I'm jonesing here for my Laura Roslin, Bill Adama and Starbuck. I'm geeky like that.
Then tomorrow it's up early to drive north for the tournament. Which I have to stick around for, at least for a little while. That makes me sound like an uninvolved parent. I hope you know I'm not. Part of this parenting gig is being there for your kid...chaperoning field trips and watching volleyball games and being in the audience when she performs. And I remember how much it meant to me to know that Dame Judi and Sean were there for me when I was doing stuff. It's just that, really, I can think of 412 things I'd rather do than sit and watch a bunch of middle school kids give speeches. Even if one of them is my own progeny. Sigh. There it is.
I guess I can leave after the first round of speeches, which will be noonish. And I intend to do so for lo, it is the weekend and even though it looks like JP is jumping on the bandwagon, I've got me some videos to spin up. (It's not that I mind if he plays videos, mind you. He was doing it way before I was. It's just that sometimes we share a brain and that could lead to a smidge of redundancy. Oh well, life is full of challenges like that).
My nails need a manicure before the theatah but since it'll be a while before I can get into All 80s Weekend, we'll start off with this little number. Got the tip from Red7Eric, who knew of this group when he lived in the UK. I have never, ever heard of them or this song but apparently they were big across the pond, big enough to open for bands like INXS. Plus you have to love a band named "Voice of the Beehive". Mercy.
*We've made deep fried Twinkies before, for Forth o' Juleye, and there is an appeal. But really, not the healthiest snack choice.
Of course, as she's doing this she's wearing my bathrobe and her hair is wet. And we have to leave in 30 minutes to pick up The Spouse at work so we can get some sushi and then see a community theatre production of "Bye Bye Birdie". Because The Spouse is one of the few straight men I know who adores musical theatre. (Which he's been pronouncing as "theatah" all week).
While I too am looking forward to a few tuna rolls and "The Telephone Song", I am also hoping that we'll be home in time for the second airing of "BSG". Because it's Friday. And because it wasn't on last week. And I'm jonesing here for my Laura Roslin, Bill Adama and Starbuck. I'm geeky like that.
Then tomorrow it's up early to drive north for the tournament. Which I have to stick around for, at least for a little while. That makes me sound like an uninvolved parent. I hope you know I'm not. Part of this parenting gig is being there for your kid...chaperoning field trips and watching volleyball games and being in the audience when she performs. And I remember how much it meant to me to know that Dame Judi and Sean were there for me when I was doing stuff. It's just that, really, I can think of 412 things I'd rather do than sit and watch a bunch of middle school kids give speeches. Even if one of them is my own progeny. Sigh. There it is.
I guess I can leave after the first round of speeches, which will be noonish. And I intend to do so for lo, it is the weekend and even though it looks like JP is jumping on the bandwagon, I've got me some videos to spin up. (It's not that I mind if he plays videos, mind you. He was doing it way before I was. It's just that sometimes we share a brain and that could lead to a smidge of redundancy. Oh well, life is full of challenges like that).
My nails need a manicure before the theatah but since it'll be a while before I can get into All 80s Weekend, we'll start off with this little number. Got the tip from Red7Eric, who knew of this group when he lived in the UK. I have never, ever heard of them or this song but apparently they were big across the pond, big enough to open for bands like INXS. Plus you have to love a band named "Voice of the Beehive". Mercy.
*We've made deep fried Twinkies before, for Forth o' Juleye, and there is an appeal. But really, not the healthiest snack choice.
Labels: 412, Dame Judi, JP rules, musical theatah, The Spouse, volleyball
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13 Comments:
You can count me as one of the few non-straight men that abhors musical theatre. I know; I'm a disgrace to My People, but there you go. For me, drama and music are fine enough on their own and should remain unalloyed. But I hope you guys enjoyed the "theatah".
When me and my sister go to shows, we also pronounce it "thea-tah." Last time she got mad because I didn't dress up enough, since I'm the one who taught her that it was important to dress up for the theatah.
You can keep the brain tomorrow. I have to work, so I won't be needing it.
Jon, I'm shocked.
JP, We're pretty dressed up but I just took off the black nail polish I'd been sporting all week and it frakking stained my nails and now I look like I've been soaking my hands in ink. Blech.
And thanks for the brain. I'll take good care of it. You need it Monday, though, right?
Okay,I like "Seven brides for seven brothers"..and "Cabaret",..and that's all..and "Oklahoma"..
...and "Guys and Dolls"...
Sorry 7 brides is about the gayest thing i have ever seen. Hated it.
JC Superstar great
Caberet political and great
Of course Bye Bye Birdie (In 6th grade I played hugo Peabody)
Sam Shepard wrote some interesting musicals in the 80s that they used to do at the experimental theater in Seattle.
Charlie has been a horrible influence on you Lorraine.
OH that feeling of obligation to sit through speeches and the like - even though you love them dearly - sigh - it hurts just a little... but - phew - sounds like tonight will be lots of fun! And plenty of time this weekend for other good stuffy stuff...
Yay, Voice of the Beehive! Great tune -- really bad fashion choices. But it's 80s weekend, so what's not to love.
I'm a gay man who absolutely has the musical theatre gene. I can't even look at a gazebo without breaking into "Sixteen Going On Seventeen." It's a sickness.
Deep fried Twinkie: ew.
The Child sounds like she could be mine. I loved public speaking competitions, especially dramatic interp and demonstration. The only thing I liked better was extemporaneous. Maybe I should come watch?
How lucky you are that The Spouse likes theatah! It's like pulling teeth to get The Spouse and Youngest Son to any sort of theatrical production. I even look forward to the performances the college students put on at Youngest Son's school.
Manicures - I don't wear polish, except on my toenails. I favor dark purple, so I'm familiar with the ink-stained post manicure look.
Luv JC Superstar. And I have seen Guys and Dolls. I'm throwing Man of La Mancha and Pippin into the ring.
Honey, I don't think it is appropriate to mock the musical theatah favs of the community. Especially the straight community. Do you have any idea how much it cost Sling to admit to liking "7 Brides"? Please. Try to be more gentle with my peeps.
Sling, kitten, it's okay. Shelia is the only person who thinks you're gay. NOT that there's anything wrong with that.
Eva: In what possible way? Are you suggesting that Charlie wears black nail polish?
Amy, Thank you for understanding and not calling CPS.
R7E: You mean there are people who CAN walk past a gazebo without singing "16 Going on 17"? I don't think that's a gay thing.
'K, Gina, I'm sending you the dates of the next two tourneys. Clear your calendar and paint your toenails. (And I've never seen "Man of La Mancha" but I love to sing "The Impossible Dream"...could be my theme song).
Charlie, you people invented deep frying as I understand it. And just in case you haven't been over to JP's lately, a Twinkie here is not what he's been on about but rather a sponge cake bit with a faux cream filling that has a shelf life of 412 years. 415 if you deep fry it.
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