Getting to the River Center Theater on Sunday afternoon was not pretty at all. (Head lowers and eyes cut down) At all. I did not get ready on time. (I was completely absorbed in finishing a Shutterfly photo album - which I did! but for some reason no one else was excited about that) But we were really late. As we were trying to get in the car, it took five minutes for each ticket to print out and there were four of them… It was like watching paint dry.
My daughter is now twelve… Yes, we have entered new territory. I won't say any more to respect her privacy. Other than, this makes for many uncomfortable moments. The ride to the Nutcracker was tension filled. There were multiple issues going on in what felt like a teeny tiny space of our SUV.
(It's the most won-der-ful time of the year...)
We finally get there and enter the building and I hear over the loudspeaker that the production will be delayed fifteen minutes. Yes! We were able to visit the bathroom, get to our seats, and visit with friends behind us with time to spare. Karma was on my side this time.
The production begins and five minutes in, I ask Mallory, "Is there any dialogue? Are there any songs that will be sung?" She shakes her head no.
No one will be speaking.
I had forgotten that the Nutcracker was…ballet.
What can I say, the Christmas season is crazy. I forgot.
So I acclimate to this idea. And begin to enjoy it. But during the second half, I remember a scene from my favorite show, "The Mindy Project." This scene just slays me. And I have to put the kibosh on the memory of it before I lose it.
The back story is that these 2 men are from two groups of OB-GYNs who want to become the medical providers for this ballet troupe. They were then invited to watch the four and a half hour practice. Dr. Prentice cannot tolerate watching any longer…
"How come you're not helping her. She clearly has some kind of a disability!!"