dancing queen
I finally watched a musical that's gay and happy. I've been longing to see a play/musical in a theatre when I was a kid but because my mother got traumatized by "Cats," my parents never brought us to see musicals because they thought it would bore us to tears. Yes, who'd ever thought that a musical about cats as humans or vice versa, either way, would really do wonders to us and bring magic to our eyes and inspire us to become stage actors? Not every parent would like to hear their children telling them, "Mom, when I grow up, I'd like to be a CAT!" At least, not my parents.
Anyway, so I've finally done it! I watched Mama Mia on Thursday with my Papa and my sister and it was good jolly ol' fun. If I didn't have self-control, I would've probably jumped on stage arm in arm with the lot of them and start singing ABBA songs that we all know and love and dream of singing in our sleep. It was worth it, and I didn't even flinch when I paid for both of them because I know that Papa and sis treats me well enough that I don't mind splurging on them. And besides, I didn't spend a penny in Niagara so I figured that it's just fair. My papa, I know, doesn't like me bean-counting because relationships are not about who paid how much and how much got paid back. It's not always about the money, he says, but growing up in my household, it's always about the money. Remember the motto, my mom tells me, "No money, no love." In the old days, my heart would bleed shelling out more than $20 and I would start having palpitations and be close to choking to death, but it didn't happen.
Papa in turn treated us to a delectable meal at a fine French Cuisine restaurant even though I was all stressed and kept staring at my watch enough to burn a hole right through it and suggested fast food because I thought we were pressed for time. Unlike me, he was all relaxed and accused me enough times for not trusting him to handle things. Well!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It's not like I haven't nagged him quite a bit for being close to giving me heart attacks a few times when I thought he was almost late and get me into trouble. I never liked surprises and spontaneity and always preferred to plan way ahead of time and be early. I've never liked to scurry and leave at the last minute even though during my school days I was always cramming and slipping my essays under my professor's closed door hoping it will count as "being on time."
The show was pretty good I might say and didn't disappoint. All the good things I hear about it were true and no wonder people went to see it two or three times. It's that good. We all agreed that we would have went again, and when the pony called today out of the blue and mentioned that he would've asked me to go see the show with him for free the last summer if he had known I was into musicals, I may have changed my mind a bit. Hahaha. I guess it also depends on the company I'm with. The show would be no fun if I'm with party pooper like my mom who would most likely fall asleep, or with the pony who would probably shout something loudly, making fun of people's ears, yelling "boo" or what not, wondering why ugly people have partners and why he's single, that I would feel embarrassed to be with him. I can't get used to loud people and even Papa is a little bit loud compared to mousy me but I'm biased so I take him as he is as he takes me for what I am. So cheesy!!! Anyway, my dad would probably enjoy it and I would be happy to tell him that we didn't need any binoculars as we were close enough, not close enough to see their acne but at least it's close enough for the late bookings that we had.
The theater was small and cozy and I just got envious a bit when there are a bunch of kids with their parents because I was thinking why my parents didn't bring us to things like these. But I guess it's better that I watched it now than when I was 7 so at least I could remember it. If I had the chance, I would have liked to see The Phantom of the Opera and Miss Saigon, but I didn't because I didn't have my own money then and I didn't have anybody to go with. People suggested The Lion King or Rent during the past couple of years but I wasn't as into that idea. My supervisor suggested watching Tony and Tina's Wedding when I mentioned that I wanted to go see Medieval Times with the pig before but never had the chance to do so. It's almost the same, both having a reception/meal included with the show and it's interactive that the actors involve the live audience in their play. Maybe I'll see it one day with Papa, but I know Papa will be bringing me to see Cirque du Soliel when it comes to Toronto in August.
Papa's crazy. He has seen Cirque du Soliel 10 times already all in different cities and he still wants to see it. He says he's the kind of person who loves to enjoy what he wants and doesn't let the issue of money hold him back like my family does. He's seen how I even mull over 50 cents, hahaha, and it drove him crazy! But he's lucky because he has his dad and sister to go with him to these things and his family enjoys travelling and going to places. He has been to Las Vegas 6 times and I haven't been there once. But at the end of the day, I don't envy him because at least I save money by not going on trips so I can have a place to stay in the future. Papa already warned me it doesn't work like that because to be with him means to travel with him, and when the day comes that he's going to move from place to place and go skydiving and scubadiving, I have the choice to be with him or not be with him.
Or do I? Hmmmmmm. Let's find out.
Anyway, so I've finally done it! I watched Mama Mia on Thursday with my Papa and my sister and it was good jolly ol' fun. If I didn't have self-control, I would've probably jumped on stage arm in arm with the lot of them and start singing ABBA songs that we all know and love and dream of singing in our sleep. It was worth it, and I didn't even flinch when I paid for both of them because I know that Papa and sis treats me well enough that I don't mind splurging on them. And besides, I didn't spend a penny in Niagara so I figured that it's just fair. My papa, I know, doesn't like me bean-counting because relationships are not about who paid how much and how much got paid back. It's not always about the money, he says, but growing up in my household, it's always about the money. Remember the motto, my mom tells me, "No money, no love." In the old days, my heart would bleed shelling out more than $20 and I would start having palpitations and be close to choking to death, but it didn't happen.
Papa in turn treated us to a delectable meal at a fine French Cuisine restaurant even though I was all stressed and kept staring at my watch enough to burn a hole right through it and suggested fast food because I thought we were pressed for time. Unlike me, he was all relaxed and accused me enough times for not trusting him to handle things. Well!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It's not like I haven't nagged him quite a bit for being close to giving me heart attacks a few times when I thought he was almost late and get me into trouble. I never liked surprises and spontaneity and always preferred to plan way ahead of time and be early. I've never liked to scurry and leave at the last minute even though during my school days I was always cramming and slipping my essays under my professor's closed door hoping it will count as "being on time."
The show was pretty good I might say and didn't disappoint. All the good things I hear about it were true and no wonder people went to see it two or three times. It's that good. We all agreed that we would have went again, and when the pony called today out of the blue and mentioned that he would've asked me to go see the show with him for free the last summer if he had known I was into musicals, I may have changed my mind a bit. Hahaha. I guess it also depends on the company I'm with. The show would be no fun if I'm with party pooper like my mom who would most likely fall asleep, or with the pony who would probably shout something loudly, making fun of people's ears, yelling "boo" or what not, wondering why ugly people have partners and why he's single, that I would feel embarrassed to be with him. I can't get used to loud people and even Papa is a little bit loud compared to mousy me but I'm biased so I take him as he is as he takes me for what I am. So cheesy!!! Anyway, my dad would probably enjoy it and I would be happy to tell him that we didn't need any binoculars as we were close enough, not close enough to see their acne but at least it's close enough for the late bookings that we had.
The theater was small and cozy and I just got envious a bit when there are a bunch of kids with their parents because I was thinking why my parents didn't bring us to things like these. But I guess it's better that I watched it now than when I was 7 so at least I could remember it. If I had the chance, I would have liked to see The Phantom of the Opera and Miss Saigon, but I didn't because I didn't have my own money then and I didn't have anybody to go with. People suggested The Lion King or Rent during the past couple of years but I wasn't as into that idea. My supervisor suggested watching Tony and Tina's Wedding when I mentioned that I wanted to go see Medieval Times with the pig before but never had the chance to do so. It's almost the same, both having a reception/meal included with the show and it's interactive that the actors involve the live audience in their play. Maybe I'll see it one day with Papa, but I know Papa will be bringing me to see Cirque du Soliel when it comes to Toronto in August.
Papa's crazy. He has seen Cirque du Soliel 10 times already all in different cities and he still wants to see it. He says he's the kind of person who loves to enjoy what he wants and doesn't let the issue of money hold him back like my family does. He's seen how I even mull over 50 cents, hahaha, and it drove him crazy! But he's lucky because he has his dad and sister to go with him to these things and his family enjoys travelling and going to places. He has been to Las Vegas 6 times and I haven't been there once. But at the end of the day, I don't envy him because at least I save money by not going on trips so I can have a place to stay in the future. Papa already warned me it doesn't work like that because to be with him means to travel with him, and when the day comes that he's going to move from place to place and go skydiving and scubadiving, I have the choice to be with him or not be with him.
Or do I? Hmmmmmm. Let's find out.