The day was amazingly long, and HOT as chicken-fried hell, but the end of the day was wonderful. I took Michael to the Fox to see Come Fly Away.
I was a bit afraid that Michael would be too tired to go because he spent all day at Whitewater, riding rides and having a blast, thanks to his friend Bart and Bart's grandma, who was game for taking 4 boys to a water park for an entire day in 98 degree heat. I guess if you have to be outside a water park IS the place to be - the only place safe from heat stroke, too, I bet.
Michael came home and told me he didn't eat lunch until 4, but he had a foot long corn dog and hot wings. He wasn't hungry.
I insisted he eat a bite of fritatta before we go to the theater. He ate a bite. Then he finished the entire thing.
I had never made a fritatta, but I've read about them and wanted to try one for years. So when I finally got home [I worked extra today so I could take off tomorrow afternoon and get Mike registered for 8th grade] I knew I wanted to try one as a quick dinner.
I also was channeling the movie Morning Glory, in which Harrison Ford, his usual snarling, grouchy self, actually makes a fritatta. I couldn't find a photo of him doing it, dadgum stupid Google idiots...
Doesn't he look charming here, though?!
Anyway, I digressed. I am exhausted. It happens.
Michael wolfed down the fritatta like it was an appetizer. It was filled with zucchini, eggs, cheese, onoins, mushrooms, garlic - all great things. He was like a magician - it all disappeared.
Ah to have the metabolism of a 15 year old boy again...
Come Fly Away was such a treat. The music of Frank Sinatra, the choreography of Twyla Tharp. Filled with energy, humor, and drama, it will be one easy review to write.
I grew up listening to Sinatra. Both my parents were huge fans.
Without being able to admit it just yet, I am slowly and carefully exposing Mike to more music than just that crap on the radio. He likes Bob Marley. He likes some Journey songs. He asked me after the show, "Did they play "Fly Me to the Moon"? and when I told him yes he grumped "Crap! I missed it!" He didn't actually, he just doesn't remember. I think the dancing entranced him.. I don't know why he likes that song, except maybe I sing it when I'm cooking dinner if I'm in a good mood.
Tired? Grumpy? Need a lift? Listen to Fly Me to the Moon - you won't be able to stop smiling.Harrison Ford should listen to it every day.
If you get a chance to ever see the show Come Fly With Me, do it. Phenomenally fun show...
