We saw Les Mis in Kansas City a couple weeks ago! It was (obviously) completely phenomenal and we were just absolutely entranced.
We had a sliiiiight hiccup right before we were leaving for the 3-hour drive to KC...Max realized that my ticket (which he had purchased separately for my birthday) was for Saturday night, but his and my mom's tickets were for the following Sunday night! We all stared in horror at each other and then scrambled to rectify the situation...my mom called the box office, who were unhelpful and brief, so Max contacted TicketMaster, who put him on hold for half an hour. During that half hour, we rehearsed a script and I took a turn calling the box office, which again was extremely unhelpful and unforgiving. Eventually Max got hold of a real person and, with great shouts of joy and relief, they worked it out to change their tickets to that night so we could all go together. Phew!
|I sang myself hoarse in the middle seat to Dear Evan Hansen, Wicked, and of course, Les Mis|
|I lol'd, but didn't point this out to Max since|
it was still too fresh (but srsly, check your dates!)
|my seat was probably five rows in front of this row, the very furthest right seat. for being|
so far over, I felt like it was a really good seat!
|it being a steak place, I naturally partook of the side dishes rather than the entree|
(mac n cheese and some of my mom's roasted parmesan potatoes)
Austin has been enjoying his Honest Abe's gift cards, all $600 worth! He has deigned to let me accompany him : ) For a date last week we got burgers and then went to a bookstore downtown that we hadn't noticed til recently. It's called Francie and Finch and it is so cute! Expensive, of course, but just what you want it to be otherwise. I will definitely be back!
|Austin hates the fries but I loooove them|
|aren't the bright windows merry!?|
This past week has also brought a new level of Stockton freak out. We can't figure out why he's been so sensitive, but one small thing will get him so worked up that he cries dramatically for soooo long and has a really hard time coming down from it and relaxing. Basically the only thing that works is to wrap him in his beloved purple blankie and snuggle with him until he can calm down enough to move forward. This doesn't work, of course, when I'm at the store or somewhere without purple blankie, but luckily I did have it during a freakout at the park, so he was able to relax. I thought the image of his cozy purple "nest" left intact on the bench when he was ready to emerge was so funny.
|it was delightful having 3 whole hours in the|
middle of the day to myself! (and Rey)
|I don't think you can properly tell how huge it|
is, but it took up like half the length of our table