Put on a happy face
In between thundershowers, the sun pokes through. Spring may very well arrive after all. And if my social calendar is any indication, I’m beginning to emerge from hibernation. I’m fairly giddy with anticipation, if for no other reason than to take my eyes off my dilemmas and focus on the good.
Speaking of good, I’m planning a trip to the airport this afternoon. My friends will be arriving back from China with their little girl. It will be fun to see her in person … and welcome her home …
Also fun? Boise Music Week. At least, that’s what I’ve been told. All these these years and I’ve been to a handful of events. It’s usually the first week of May, which always manages to be packed. But this year, thanks to Wicked conflicts, it’s a week early. And that means I’ll be going with my aunt and madre to see Bye Bye Birdie.
I must admit, I knew nothing when my aunt extended the invite. Well, I knew the name–and the fact that it was a musical. I know, I know, where have I been all my life? I’m just not a musical connoisseur. They’re too iffy; they can be fun, or they can be painful–there’s rarely middle ground.
So I set out to do a bit of sleuthing. Seeing how this particular musical is set in 1958–and I just so happen to be a throwback–I’m sure to enjoy it … except maybe for the screaming girls … which I’ve never understood. Even then, with good company, it’s bound to be some good times.
Now, if I can just stay awake past my bedtime…