Of Irish Rovers and little boys having sex changes
My sister and I took my parents to see the Irish Rovers last night in East Jabip (aka Sellersville, PA). I had thought the Irish Rovers were dead, but turns out they're not. Obviously. This time we didn't get as lost getting to Sellersville as we did when we went to see Gaelic Storm. We only turned around once last night. I was driving and that's most impressive that there was only one turn around and that wasn't even my fault, it was the stupid directions.
Anyway, the old guys were really great and amusing. I think they sounded better live and old than they sound on the albums my dad has. Those guys are celebrating 40 years of playing as a band. Craziness. I have no idea how many of those six guys are original Rovers but here's to hoping they don't die anytime soon.
I have this boy in my class (the one that always makes me laugh) who randomly asks me if he and some friends can do little plays at the end of the day. The plays are always completely random and clearly ad libbed and oddly funny. Today's play was hysterical. I was bright red and actually had to wipe away tears. Here's the summary:
The character of the kid that cracks me up starts out as a poor man (that's the title of the series of plays they do - The Poor Man 1, 2, 3, etc). He's "crying" in the corner and after the other three boys come over, he ends up informing the boys that he no longer wants to be a guy, he wants to be a woman.
Cue me laughing my ass off.
He has an "operation" (which was him standing behind the filing cabinet and shaking) and then wants to marry one of the other boys. He kept saying, "Let's get married!" in a high-pitched voice to each one as they turned him down.
Cue me laughing so hard I started crying.
It ended up he had another operation to change back to being a guy and that was pretty much it.
Oh man, I really needed that laugh today.
Anyway, the old guys were really great and amusing. I think they sounded better live and old than they sound on the albums my dad has. Those guys are celebrating 40 years of playing as a band. Craziness. I have no idea how many of those six guys are original Rovers but here's to hoping they don't die anytime soon.
I have this boy in my class (the one that always makes me laugh) who randomly asks me if he and some friends can do little plays at the end of the day. The plays are always completely random and clearly ad libbed and oddly funny. Today's play was hysterical. I was bright red and actually had to wipe away tears. Here's the summary:
The character of the kid that cracks me up starts out as a poor man (that's the title of the series of plays they do - The Poor Man 1, 2, 3, etc). He's "crying" in the corner and after the other three boys come over, he ends up informing the boys that he no longer wants to be a guy, he wants to be a woman.
Cue me laughing my ass off.
He has an "operation" (which was him standing behind the filing cabinet and shaking) and then wants to marry one of the other boys. He kept saying, "Let's get married!" in a high-pitched voice to each one as they turned him down.
Cue me laughing so hard I started crying.
It ended up he had another operation to change back to being a guy and that was pretty much it.
Oh man, I really needed that laugh today.