My sister and I took the girls to see the Nutcracker this afternoon. It was wonderful! But no matter how good the girls were (they were perfect), how awesome the seats were (fourth row center), how incredible the orchestra was (it was amazing), how cultured, refined, mature and civilized I think I am, when it comes to the "Waltz of the Flowers" my mind wanders to High school, no, middle school -- make that elementary humor ---
Caddyshack. And the one time a year the caddies at Bushwood CC get to use the pool for 15 minutes. My mind drifts off to Judge Smails, Spalding, Noonan, Ty, and of course Carl Spackler and the infamous Baby Ruth scene. My second thought is of my dad the first time he and my mom took us to the Nutcracker and when that exact same part of the ballet started, he playfully kicked the both of us and tried with all of his might not to break up laughing out loud. My mom gave us all the "church stare" -- don't embarrass me again look.
The girls checking out the orchestra
Let's ruin our new clothes!