As my tweeps already know, I spent my Sunday on an outing with the fam--lunch and an Off-Broadway show (our Christmas gift).
Beforehand, I enjoyed a scrumptious bowl of pumpkin oatmeal served alongside a black coffee. Three things to note: (1) I usually drink green tea in the AM but I am desperate need of a grocery shopping trip; (2) I usually drink green tea in the morning but it would have taken at least three tea bags to recharge my exhausted body; (3) On the rare occasion that I do drink coffee, I take it black.
Now for the fabulous play time: we ventured to the Westside Theatre, following our lunch event at the Cheesecake Factory, to see the Marvelous Wonderettes, "a cotton-candy colored, non-stop pop musical blast from the past! Featuring your favorite songs from the '50s and '60s, THE MARVELOUS WONDERETTES takes you to the 1958 Springfield High School prom where we meet the... four girls with hopes and dreams as big as their crinoline skirts and voices to match!"
With such a lighthearted storyline, classic oldie music, and talent, I absolutely loved the show! It was their last performance, too.
And it got me thinking about VHS--the good ol' days. Personally, I'd like to think that I had a wonderful high school experience; I had many friends, did well, and overall just enjoyed being involved... to the extreme. To preface my upcoming statements, I will say that I went to a small school (graduating class was only 95) and that it was somewhat "cool" to do things. In other words, for the most part, there were none of those high school stereotypes, and I was, like many others, a Jack(ie) of all Trades.
So much so; that my college friends laughed out loud (yes LOLed) when they "found out." Alright, here I go, I was: an honors student, a Varsity Field Hockey team captain, a performer in the school play, the coordinator of the Spanish Club, a Varsity Softball team captain, a designer of the Viking Yearbook, and a member of the VIF (Valhalla International Fund) club. The last one would be where my passion for cultural differences was born. Oh yeah, and, I was...
You know, the kind of girl that ruins a perfectly raw, vegan meal with a few bites of dessert. Peanut butter cheesecake is irresistible.
What a day. You can see why I wasn't up for blogging can't you? Even overachievers need their rest :). For dinner, I whipped up a quick kitchen creation: Amy's Medium Chili with Vegetables topped with half of an avocado and Mary's Gone Crackers. Then, I scampered off to bed for a good night's sleep, finally. Hope you all have a spectacular Monday. I know the first day back to work or school after the holiday break is a toughie; I go back tomorrow. Salut!