Fabulosity at its best

No pictures today, because I may be inundating you with plenty in the near future. I did two maternity shoots this last week, and I love, LOVE, love the pictures. So, that is coming.

In the meantime, Tyler was very surprised that I hadn't mentioned that we went to see Les Mis. It was so fabulous, words don't really do it justice. It is probably my favorite Broadway Musical of all time. If it didn't cost $100 a ticket, I would go every time it came to town. That and Phantom. Two all time bests. Please do not hate me for not adding Wicked in here. Because I didn't think it lived up to all the hype. Yes, I know I probably just lost like half my blog readers (all three of you) but I can't tell a lie. Let's just talk about Les Mis some more.

Actually let's just revisit the highs and lows:

High—We went to the Blue Lemon for dinner, which was trendy and fresh and I might have moaned a little when I took a bite of my turkey avocado sandwich. So delish.

Low—I am not sure about the punctuality there. They forget I had fries, and we got our smoothies (which we reminded them about four times) after everyone finished the meal. Perhaps they were dessert smoothies and I didn't know.

High—I got a cushion to sit on. I was actually hoping to help my lower back, but the cushion wasn't all that cushiony, but those extra few inches made all the difference. You short people who go to theatres all know what I am talking about. There are no good seats for a short person. Except maybe the aisle. Maybe.

Low—I found out about the cushions approximately 35 seconds before the doors closed. Since I didn't know the doors were closing, I left anyway, and sadly the lady shut them in my face. Literally, I could touch the handle but there was no going through.

High—I got through anyway. I am not proud of how it all went down. Basically there were several very frustrated individuals when the doors closed. I merely sat there baffled that the lady would have instructed me to the cushions with 28 seconds to spare, and wondering if watching Les Mis from the foyer was worth $100 a ticket. People continued to open the doors since there were four doors and only one lady guarding them. Some were getting through and others she was dragging out. Most who made it through were still being stopped at the second set of doors by other ushers. You could tell she felt horrible, but was trying to stick to her guns. She had one weak moment in which she mumbled, Fine, go in, and she didn't have to tell me twice. Luckily, I made it through the second set of doors because the guards were detaining a lady off to the left. (See why I might not be so proud about all of this.)

Low—I slunk to my seat feeling greatly relieved and not just a slight guilty, only to see my mother-in-law's seat was empty. She had gone to the bathroom, and I knew where she was now; on the other side of the impassable doors. So, the first ten minutes of the show I basically sat there on my tall cushion feeling about two inches high. I should have just stayed out in the foyer with her. (Although I didn't know she was out there...see, I still have guilt.)

High—Vicki (MIL) probably got the best show of the evening. Frustrated patrons turned to irate patrons, then to riotous patrons. There was literally a police escort to help one man deal with his issues about not making it through the door. (Although he was yelling very loudly that he had second row seats and I can only imagine how much that cost.) I can feel his pain, up to the point where I made it through the doors. And Vicki was back in the theater ten minutes later, so it wasn't the end of the world.

Low—Wait, there are no more lows. It was Les Mis. Even if Jean Valjean sounded slightly weird on the high notes of Bring Him Home, it was still incredible. And I was a little surprised that since they had a black Eponine (who had a really good voice), they didn't have a black "little Eponine" earlier in the show. But whatever, the show went on...and I loved it.

High—We got to go with Tyler's parents and some friends of ours, the Eddys. It was so fun to sit by people we enjoy talking to. I think it was everyone's first time seeing it (besides me). It was such a fantastic evening.

So there you have it. Splendid evening, splendid company, and no pictures because I was just basking in the splenderosity. (Ooh, I like making up new words.)