No More Concerts, Thank-You
I can't even talk about the whole "Raven" experience. I have Post Traumatic Stress Disorder now as a result of it-it's only been a day and I'm already having frightening flashbacks. 'Nam' type flashbacks-think I should apply for disability?
But there were FOUR positives that I can share without having a mental meltdown:
1. My youngest daughter loved it.
2. Sprinkles of rain turned into torrential downpours about 3/4 of the way through the"That's So Raven's" show (or,'IT'S' So Raven, as my clueless sister continued to say despite numerous attempts by my daughters to correct her. She has a son, so she's excused, but at least we all had the opportunity to call her retarded), so she (Raven) couldn't continue. Shucks.
3. There were approximately 835,000,000 people literally SWIMMING out of the park at the same time trying to reach the safety of their cars (there weren't enough lifeboats; multiplatinum season ticket holders got first dibs on park provided transportation-the rest of us had to find doors and other amusement park debis to float on). Our car was somewhere in the Siberian section of the Six Flags lot, and our excursion there was, frankly, funny. It was like a massive wet tee-shirt contest-all of those fathers who stayed home to "watch the game" have no clue what they were missing.
4. We weren't struck by lightening, which is always good.
Anyway, mission accomplished. Maybe someday I will be able to actually speak about the event, but for now (or maybe forever) I'm just going to keep it locked up in the Federal Reserve section of my brain.
But there were FOUR positives that I can share without having a mental meltdown:
1. My youngest daughter loved it.
2. Sprinkles of rain turned into torrential downpours about 3/4 of the way through the"That's So Raven's" show (or,'IT'S' So Raven, as my clueless sister continued to say despite numerous attempts by my daughters to correct her. She has a son, so she's excused, but at least we all had the opportunity to call her retarded), so she (Raven) couldn't continue. Shucks.
3. There were approximately 835,000,000 people literally SWIMMING out of the park at the same time trying to reach the safety of their cars (there weren't enough lifeboats; multiplatinum season ticket holders got first dibs on park provided transportation-the rest of us had to find doors and other amusement park debis to float on). Our car was somewhere in the Siberian section of the Six Flags lot, and our excursion there was, frankly, funny. It was like a massive wet tee-shirt contest-all of those fathers who stayed home to "watch the game" have no clue what they were missing.
4. We weren't struck by lightening, which is always good.
Anyway, mission accomplished. Maybe someday I will be able to actually speak about the event, but for now (or maybe forever) I'm just going to keep it locked up in the Federal Reserve section of my brain.
posted by Bemisdown at 10:30 AM
10 Comments:
Damn, I really wish I could've been there.
(Oh and just in case there are any sarcasm-impaired people over here, too, like on NoOprah's blog? That's me being sarcastic, folks!!)
Good job Cake!
And there's nothing wrong with having a disability-these folks just have to acknowledge, accept, and live their lives as fully as possible.
Oh-and yeah...you missed a rare treat. Some of us are just WICKED lucky!
Motheragawd,
Amazing, isn't it? Both of our girls would stand out like sore thumbs if they were to attend one of the other's "events." I actually thought of you while I was "enjoying" Raven because I recall talking to you on your cell one year when you were at that particular concert with your girl and I thought "It could be worse, I suppose."
It was really my youngest who was most pumped-and while my oldest was clearly interested, she was also secretly "checking out the competition." (When Raven hit a particularly difficult note, she said to me "That was really good."
So I asked "Could you do that? And she said "Yeah." So she left feeling pretty good about the whole experience.)
But there was no moshpit, pink hair or "alarm my parents" piercings to be seen anywhere. So you're way ahead of me in the teenage concert experience. Imagine YOUR daughter at a Kelly Clarkson concert, or mine spending a day seeing groups like "Rotten Dead Monkeys?" It just wouldn't happen
My "point" exactly.
Love a good pun.
Anunomess,
And she deserves it.
However, SHE does not have to wait an hour for her daughter to get her hair "just right" before she will appear before the world. DRIVES ME NUTS!!!!
So in terms of tolerance, the Holy Holy Mother has it all over me. In many ways.
Did someone say something about ice cream?
Cake,
I thought I heard something about icecream, but I'm still dealing with my PTSD. I don't trust what I hear right now.
But if it's true, I'll have Mint Chocolate Chip please.
Okay, who ate all the ice cream before I could get any?!
Bemisdown, for shame. This is the example you set for your kids?
I'm shaking my head very disapprovingly at you. Tsk.
Sorry guys.
It's a little embarrasing when you're caught going for "seconds."
Did I leave you any syrup at least?
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