My mom reminded me today that I had a white elephant story on Saturday. I didn't know what that meant, and first thought she was telling me this before I picked my nephew up from preschool because I was supposed to take a white elephant gift, or tell a story about one I had gotten.
But no, I'm in charge this year of telling a story while people pass their wrapped gifts in a circle, and when the story ends, whichever gift ends up with which person is who they're stuck with.
Sit-ups Today: 100
Sit-ups In December: 1611
Tonight, Cathexis and I went to a holiday musical.
I first took my niece to a play several years ago (when she was
eight or nine), and we've gone to many since then. I usually mention
when I see somebody is performing one we might like, but we only end up
going to half of those. This time, I told her I'd just buy her the
ticket as her Christmas gift, and we ended up meeting at the theater,
which used to be a movie theater years ago (it was where I first saw
BACK TO THE FUTURE back in '85).
It was a
Christmas play, quite inoffensive and mildly amusing and entertaining. A
couple of the actors were quite good, being both able to sing and act,
while a couple others were only able to do one of those things.
Push-ups Today: 100
Push-ups In December: 1634
Push-ups In December: 1634
The
play, it turned out, was an original, written and directed by one of
the stars. I had wished that I had known that going in, because I
would've been far kinder to it in my mind. It wasn't until the
intermission that I discovered it was homegrown, and that made me admire
it, at least a little. Who knows, after revising and rewriting it, it
may make a fortune for the young playwright, but who knows how many
amateur productions go on to reasonable success?
Words: 641
Words In December: 9504
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