Friday, December 07, 2007

Adding Insult to Injury

My parents flew 2000 miles to see their grandchildren's stage debut.

Wasn't *exactly* Broadway:

- actors picked their noses.

- the "theatre" looked an awful lot like "the gym" and smelled like stinky feet.

- decorations were made out of cotton balls and edible glue.

- children in attendance, to watch big brothers and big sisters, liked to a) scream, b) sing louder than the performers, and c) pass gas that would choke a cow.

My dad settled into his seat and immediately started documenting this event with enough electronic equipment to enrage a Japanese tourist.

A lovely scene...

I wandered around, with 30 minutes 'till showtime, trying to find a seat for everyone else on our guest list.

After scattering my children's fans into several sections of the audience, I sat down in the only seat that was left.

This was my dad's view the rest of the night.

Poor guy. No zoom lens gonna fix *that*.

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