Saps unite
Ok, so I never really realized that my whole family is just a bunch of saps until Sunday. We all went to this lovely dinner theater for a darling Christmas musical. Usually this theater has a Christmas revue which is spine-tinglingly good, but this year, for the first time in a long time, the program is a simple musical instead. It was quite good, a bit slow to start out, but there were some real show stopping numbers in the second half. Anyhow, the musical was done and 'Santa' told us to sit back down (always standing ovations because the of's wanna get the hell out as soon as possible, I swear) as there was a bit more to the presentation.
So when the guy comes out who yearly does the narrating of the whole revue, most notably the actual Christmas Story, we all get quite excited. He does this beautiful job telling the story of Christmas, better even than last year. And then this adorable girl comes out (in the play she was limited to the part of stenographer) and starts singing "Oh Holy Night." Perfectly. Then another girl's out there, this one the lead, singing the next verse, perfectly. Then the lead male, again perfection. Then the secretary and the publicist split a verse. And for the last three verses everyone is out there. Singing so so perfectly.
When the lights came up I noticed right away that Gma and Mums were crying. Then I see that Gpa was crying. Then Daddy. And of course I'd started bawling like a baby pretty much as soon as the first girl opened her mouth. Of course when I look at the people around us, not a single person had shed a single tear.
On a slightly more silly note, the Judge looked eerily like David Hewlitt. And the entire time I was watching, I couldn't help thinking the lead dancer looked like Alan Rickmann. Even though I'm sure he didn't. Probably.
So when the guy comes out who yearly does the narrating of the whole revue, most notably the actual Christmas Story, we all get quite excited. He does this beautiful job telling the story of Christmas, better even than last year. And then this adorable girl comes out (in the play she was limited to the part of stenographer) and starts singing "Oh Holy Night." Perfectly. Then another girl's out there, this one the lead, singing the next verse, perfectly. Then the lead male, again perfection. Then the secretary and the publicist split a verse. And for the last three verses everyone is out there. Singing so so perfectly.
When the lights came up I noticed right away that Gma and Mums were crying. Then I see that Gpa was crying. Then Daddy. And of course I'd started bawling like a baby pretty much as soon as the first girl opened her mouth. Of course when I look at the people around us, not a single person had shed a single tear.
On a slightly more silly note, the Judge looked eerily like David Hewlitt. And the entire time I was watching, I couldn't help thinking the lead dancer looked like Alan Rickmann. Even though I'm sure he didn't. Probably.