Madre’s side of the family are music lovers… lovers of all things music… at least the 3 youngest are. I’m not sure about the 3 oldest but my grandma always used to tell me about all of the “operettas” she used to sing in… as the star. I done never been to an operetta before. Opera yes… operetta… not so much. I think we call them musicals these days since we’re so much hipper in our colored skinny jeans and all. My Uncle Phil got up a broadway music program and invited me and Madre along to sing at a few of the assisted living centers in Northern Utah. That’s right… some people are wedding singers… some people are funeral singers… we prefer to sing at the in between place. We’re totally like the Von Trapps, except with less Trapps and certainly less Vons. Tonight we took the show up to the assisted living center in Brigham City where Padre works.
I’d say it was a success… we corralled all the people from the dining room area and had us a pretty good-sized crowd… it’s easier to get people to stay and listen when you block all of the exits in advance. Note for future reference… trying pulling the fire alarm and/or flatting some wheelchair tires. JOKES!!!!! Laws… quit it… I am not that mean.
Uncle Phil is all dressed up to the nines kind of like James Bond. He looked spiffy in his tux. Madre and I were underdressed but at least I changed out of my holey LOVES CHOCOLATE T-shirt before driving up. You can thank me later for that, Uncle Phil. Madre is pulling her supermodel pose… she learned that it makes you look better in pictures if you pose to the side… kind of like a twig… except with less leaves and a set of teeth. I prefer standing like an ape. Much more flattering.
We did songs from Les Miserables, Gigi, Showboat, and a bunch of other musicals. At the end of the gig Uncle Phil revealed to the audience that he had forgotten his belt and that my dad had said if his pants fell down he would get extra tips… I then revealed that if his pants indeed fell down, I’d need to borrow the nearest vase to conk me unconscious… Dad revealed that if his pants fell down none of the residents would notice… and Mom was just happy to be posing like a twig. Twas a successful gig and I hear we’re doing it all over again come Fridee night. Thanks for setting it up, Uncle Phil!!
Question of the Day: Are you a fan of musicals? What’s your favorite one?