The Dessert Show

I'm finally getting over my hangover. I'm still a little bit shaky, so I don't know how much sense this will make. Hungover on a Wednesday, not one of my finer admissions. Why is it that when you plan on having “just one,” that's when you seriously tie one on? If I had planned on getting wasted, I would have just gotten tired and bored. I'm just glad I remember everything, that is a step in the right direction. The night started off honorably enough. Last night was a performance by the Grossmont High School Choir known as The Dessert Show. Basically they pick an artist, last night was Andrew Lloyd Webber, and they perform a collage of his famous songs, while the audience gets coffee and cheesecake. Before the show, Stella Mae asked if her friend could come get ready over at our house. She almost never has guests over. Not only do we not have much room, but I really don't like children. Thus, spending extra time, with extra children, doesn't appeal to me very much. However, since it was only one child, and such a rare occasion, I decided to let it happen. Plus, her friend is 15 today, and Stella Mae will be soon, so it's not like they're actually “children.” They're more like little adults, so it's much more tolerable. Not only that, but the girl is going through a bit of an awkward time at home, hence, my helpful side engaged. I do not, however, want this to become some kind of charity case! People should take care of their own business. I'm sure I'll be discussing that business in the future.

At first I wasn't sure what the whole deal with getting ready together was. But, then, as I thought about it, the only real reference I have to such an event is getting ready for a show with my bandmates. My old band used to have pre-show rituals all of the time. That was almost as fun as the gig. It was definitely a huge part of the experience. Even with my current band, we still kind of have a type of ceremony, although it has seriously tapered, now that they both have “children.” So, I guess, in retrospect, I can see why it's a big deal. And, I am glad that I let it occur. However, it was a bit strange that I had to cook for someone again. Twice in a month! What it is going on here?! The especially weird thing was, without having any idea, I just so happened to fix two of her favorite things. She was so happy. Which, in turn, made us all happy. She comes from a “well to do” family. And, to see her so happy to have “real” food, and eat with a “family,” made me kind of sad. But, as I said, I'll be discussing that in the future. I was just happy to have made someone else happy. After dinner we dropped them off at the show, since they had to be there quite a bit earlier than us. We found a questionably legal way to kill a few minutes until we had to meet our guests. There were 50 tables of 8 people for the performance. We filled up 3 tables! It was kind of cool, because we actually bought our tables early, so we got to pick them all together. Instead of, you know, sitting with “strangers.”

Although, I do have to say, that we probably wouldn't have been sitting with “strangers.” Looking around, I could not believe how many people we knew. I was a bit overwhelmed at realizing how long we've known some of these “kids.” Stella Mae has been performing, in the theater group, with a lot these people for at least 6 years. I just didn't realize how many of them were also in the choir until last night. The show went well. There were some pretty good kids, and there were some kids who looked as if they were “phoning it in.” I am probably a little biased, but Stella Mae really stood out among her “peers.” She was in 4 of the 6 group numbers, and had 2 of the 5 solo spots. She really seemed like a pro up there. Even though I'm with her a lot, it's still amazing to see her up there doing her thing. She really is talented. You can even ask people not related to her, and they'll tell you the same thing. She had the whole room quiet, for the only time. 400 people in silent awe. It gives me the goose bumps just thinking about it! After the show, her grandmother wanted to take her home, so we conceded. My parents couldn't make it, last minute, so we found some friends willing to come. They were so stoked, they took us out for drinks afterwards, since we had no kid. We should have left when they did, but we saw another friend, and decided to stay, since she looked lonely, and the music wasn't very annoying at all. Well, one thing lead to another, and we ended up drinking whiskey at our house until 3 am.

Daughn