Today in My History2000: The Last Supper
2001: You Wanted to be in Show Biz
2002: Another Learning Curve?
2003: A Bucket of Corn
2004: And That's the Truth--sort of
2005: Everything but Brandy
2006: Elmer's Big Outing
2007: Water, Water Everywhere
2008: At the Risk of Offending Feminists
2009: Convivial Propinquity
2010: Cue the Crafts People
2011: Self Serve
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27 June 2012
...the 48th year begins.
As anniversary "celebrations" go, it was fairly low key, but we had a nice day. We started with breakfast at Caffe Italia. We had looked at our schedule for this week and realized that it would be difficult to go out to dinner, and breakfast is always kind of fun, especially when Caffe Italia has crab eggs benedict back on its menu!
I swear that restaurant has the. best. hollandaise sauce. ever. You can actually taste the lemon, which doesn't always happen when I order any kind of eggs benedict.
We had a nice text message from Jeri saying she was giving blood in honor of our anniversary (I suspect she would have done it anyway, but it was nice of her to put it that way).
Walt went off to work for the afternoon. I tried to get a nap, since I had been up until 2 a.m. the night before, but I wasn't able to sleep. Instead, I went shopping for groceries. I expected to buy "just a few things" but came home with five bags, having spent nearly $200. And all I went to buy was cottage cheese for the dogs!
I came home and made something I never make: dessert. There was a recipe for a blueberry bread pudding at the supermarket that sounded very good, so I put that together. Again, tried to nap, unsuccessfully. I always try to nap on show days because, being an old person, even the most lively of shows can put me to sleep.
I don't know what happened this weekend. It may have been my "sprint" (most of you would call it a "stroll") up Twin Peaks to take that photo of the pink triangle being dismantled at the end of Gay Pride day. But I got up yesterday with two very sore knees. They felt like they were 120 years old. The knee I hurt in my bike accident in 2003 always has some degree of pain in it, but most of the pain was in the other knee, so every step I took sent shooting pains into one or the other, or both, of my knees. As I walk around it starts to feel better, but as soon as I sit and try to get up again, there is lots of pain.
Tonight I started using a cane as I walked around the house and, to my relief, it really does help. I'm just hoping that whatever is wrong will be much better by the time we leave for Prague. I'm sure it will, since it's already starting to feel better.
The plan was to go to review Grease tonight. It is the opening show of this season's Music Circus, Sacramento's summer season of musicals. For what may be the first time in 12 years, we got there late. I may have been late one other show in the past 12 years, but this was the first BIG show that I have been late for. Last season they changed the Music Circus start time to 7:30 and I'd just forgotten. We got there a little after 7:30 for what we thought was the usual 8 p.m. curtain and had to stand outside, watching on TV for about 10 minutes, until there was a suitable break where they could let us in (we were not alone--there were lots of people who were late)
I became the patron that I detest. Arriving late, and disrupting an ENTIRE ROW of people trying to watch the show. Our seats were exactly in the middle of the row. There are 30 seats in the row and we were #18 and #19, which meant that 14 people had to get up to let us pass, while there was action going on stage. What's more, I couldn't really apologize to people I was stepping on and over because there was a show going on on stage at the same time.
As for the show...well...I have a hard time with Grease. Everybody knows it. Everybody loves it. It has great dancing, memorable songs that you've sung for years but one should not loook too closely at the plot. I hate that the message of the show is that a nice young girl, who is a virgin, who doesn't smoke, and doesn't drink and who wears subdued clothing can be an outcast and that the only way she is going to be part of the "in" crowd is to become a slut. And when the transformation takes place, the audience cheers, the guy isn't afraid to show the world that he loves her, and everybody goes off singing a lively tune.
Many of our popular musicals shouldn't be examined too closely (the beloved Oklahoma, for example, celebrates the death of a guy nobody liked, who was just a lonely loner who looked scary), but Grease is the one that is the most difficult for me to watch and I always feel guilty for enjoying it.
And yes, even in the lively Grease, in the middle of all that singing and dancing and noise, Walt had to keep poking me because I kept nodding off, and was too sleepy when we got home to finish this journal entry.
We drove home listening to Says You and ending what was, as I said, a low key anniversary, but just right for us.