The girls and I went to see Aluminum last night at the Sandler Center. My friend Anne, who finds these outrageous bargains, got us $15.00 seats for an evening performance. You can sometimes get them for that price for homeschoolers but during the day. We sat in the Orchestra section toward the back, perfect seats. We had no idea what it was about, I just figured the girls and I love plays and musicals and we try to go to as many as I can fork out the money for. But...., as with any thing. You have to go with a Hemingway to experience anything right.
One day I'll tell you about my wedding. 25 years later and I'm not laughing but I'm sure you will and yes we do have it on video and NO, it will never see the light of America's Funniest Home Video. I don't even watch it. I could of just taken all our money, which I might add was in the thousands, and thrown a match on it. I could of roasted marshmallows and somemores. I probably would of enjoyed it better.
Anyway, the show was at 7:30 and we had to meet Anne for the tickets. So at 6:00, I said, "we're going in an hour."
Out of the room of B, came a vision, of, there are really no words to describe it.
You would be scared.
You would run.
I, on the other hand, am used to this particular vision. It's not pretty and I always think, "surely, I did not get birth to that....., individual. David must of got something wrong." I am a firm believer in lots of drugs so I have no idea what came out, I just pushed when they said push.
|This came out of someone else's body, I'm sure of it!|
That's it. David brought home the wrong baby and I've raised some one's wolf child.
She had on some wrinkled, old, holey pajama pants, a cami with stains and her hair looked liked the cats had been kneading her head. How do you change that when you only have an hour? (And L tells her she looks cute when she wakes up, What a suck up. AND GET YOUR MIND OUT OF THE GUTTER! I'm telling you they just watch movies and talk)
I paid her no mind. She doesn't listen to me anyway. I went to get dressed. I wore a long skirt with a nice shirt and my favorite cowboy boots (E's friend H, who is Anne's daughter, said "Miss Susan, I was embarrassed to wear cowboy boots by the time I was ten") Since when did I get surrounded by smart alacks?
|My beautiful, beautiful boots|
|I just can't help but admire them.|
The girls wore what can only be described as mid-60's, Berkeley protesters, living in a apartment with 15 people. High tops with shoelaces untied, no socks that I could see, camis with shirts thrown on, a skirt that didn't really match, jeans with a hole and a hat that some old, beer guzzling, deer hunting (sorry Stewart) man with teeth missing would wear. Her head was cold. God help me, I will never survive these years, truly. B didn't even comb her hair until we were in the car.
I will point out that both my daughters seem very comfortable with themselves and who they are. For that I'm glad. Neither one wears make-up. They wear what they like. They march to their own drummer and they have really taken to heart the adage I repeat almost daily, "The people that matter don't care and the people that care don't matter." Yet I will admit, it's been a struggle to remind them that some occasions call for "caring."
|maybe the same mother gave birth to them both. Where are you Mom?|
I'm stopping here because there is much more but I don't want you to read too much. It might ruin your eyes. Let me just say, Aluminum, was amazing, funny, sweet and just plain fun. It reminded me of Stomp, in that it was dancers and music using aluminum to tell a story. If you get a chance, go see it. B said the person who thought the whole concept up must of been sitting around eating a subway sandwich, doing some kind of mind altering drug and thought "Hey, let's see what I can do with this piece of aluminum."
|aluminum man, be afraid, very afraid|
|a curly cue|
|This is what they looked like in the play (sometimes)|
|pop books use lots of aluminum (works for B)|
|Really old candle holders (that would probably melt - I teach chemistry not physics)|
I do know there was some sweet little 3 year old who loudly told her daddy to "take her out of here right now, right now." The music is loud and there are lots of lights but other than that everyone else seemed to love it. We certainly did.
And B did take her hat off.
Susan - who did not have time to tell them to change plus they said they had no clean clothes.