It’s been a crazy month. Banquets and concerts and graduations, oh my!
For Christmas, my mom got my sister and me and our daughters tickets to the musical Wicked, which is playing in Omaha right now. I saw Wicked in Chicago, and had really wanted my daughters to see it, so everyone was pretty excited when we loaded up in the car to drive to Nebraska. Being from Nebraska, I can tell you that is a rare emotion for people to have when leaving for the Husker State.
It was just Oldest Daughter, Youngest Daughter and myself – the men stayed home. We gave YD her dramamine and sea-bands, let her konk out, and then OD and I sang and told each other terrible stories for five hours. It was awesome. YD woke up for the last hour and joined us.
We arrived at my mom’s cabin, which you may recall was ground zero for The Great Plugged Toilet a couple of years ago. It always feels a little damp and smells like a cigarette is lit, but it’s fun. My sister and her family came over and brought pizza and we stayed up talking and preparing for the awesomeness that is Wicked.
I put this picture up because it crops out my wardrobe malfunctions, as I realized after I got there that these are the items I forgot:
4. Age-defying facial cream made from unicorn horn and tears of babies
5. Perfume to cover the smell of fear
6. More than 2 super tampons
7. The shoes that matched my outfit
Oh yes. That is how prepared I am to barrel through life as I do. And by the way? Every single time I leave for the cabin, I get my period, whether due or not. Because the cabin is the WORST place on the planet to have it. Thank you, Universe.
Oldest Daughter came through on the toothpaste, deodorant, and perfume. My sister came through on the shoes, which kept me from wearing gold Old Navy flip flops to the Orpheum Theater in Omaha.
Getting ready to start…
My crowd of lovelies…sorry OD, it was the best one of everyone but you.
It was wonderful, of course. Then we went to my nephew’s baseball game and watched him pitch for an inning – he pitched a perfect game the day before, woot! – and then gorged on rolls and loaded baked potatoes and steak at Texas Roadhouse, which was pretty delicious and perfect for our rambunctious group and age range. OD said that she ate so much that she had a food baby growing and could feel it kick. Our table was done with our dinner, everyone was just talking, and everyone agreed we should go. Then, when everyone ignored her and kept talking, she said things like “Not Here is where I’d like to be if anyone is listening” and “Is everyone ready to go? Because I’m actually feverish with gluttony” and then “I might have to punch my way out of this booth.” I was the only one listening to her, and it was cracking me up. Teens. I love them.
We got up this morning, said our goodbyes, and drove back to the Quad Cities and promptly each took a Silkwood Shower. It was great to see everyone, and will be equally lovely to curl up in my nursing home bed with Current Husband tonight.
I hope everyone had a terrific holiday weekend! I’ll remember this one For Good.