
From the time I started Celtic Tap back in high school, I’ve wanted to go see Riverdance. So I was excited to see that it was coming to Portland. My excitement turned to anxiety when I found out that this was the final tour. But we didn’t buy tickets right away because…well, you know…we have a newborn, we just got through a crazy holiday season, life in general. But as the performance dates got closer, I decided I really did want to see it. But by the time I checked in to tickets, there were no two seats together anywhere. I thought, “perhaps this is for the better” as we had family coming in each day during the week they were running in Portland, and it was a very inconvenient time.
But, I still wanted to go. So finally, I decided that I was just going to buy a ticket for myself and leave the whole extended family at home while I went (I know, I win the gracious hostest of the year award). But by the time I decided this, there were no tickets left at all. Hmmm…
So then, I happened to notice that the troupe was leaving Portland and heading to a run in Seattle. Fabulous! I know people in Seattle. And it just so turned out that my very close friends had tickets for the Tuesday night performance. So, I checked out the ticket availability, and found not only an available ticket, but one in the SECOND ROW! Perfect! I impulse bought it, and then set about the task of how I was going to make this work.
I arranged to drop my mother-in-law off at the airport on Tuesday afternoon, and take both the kids up to Seattle where they would spend the evening with other friends while I went to the show. Of course, that was way too easy of a solution. I became a little uneasy about it after we had spent the weekend with Mylie and Nolan’s cousin who had been sick. I knew they had been exposed, and I didn’t want to take them up and expose my friend’s kids. But I didn’t have much of an option.
Then I got a call from my friends who I would be going to the show with, telling me that they needed to leave much earlier than I had planned on, because there was a threat of snow and we wanted to make sure we didn’t miss the show. So now I have to figure out how to get Nick’s mom to the airport without making her sit there all day. But to top it off, I got another call from my friend who would be babysitting, telling me that one of her kids had come down with croup the night before. Yikes! If had just been Mylie, I might have just dealt with it, but I’m just not ready to deal with Nolan getting nasty illnesses yet.
Enter: My wonderful, handsome and practically perfect in every way husband, who (with relatively little convincing) agreed to take Tuesday afternoon and Wednesday morning off to be with the kiddos so that I could drive to Seattle for a night out. Now, how many people have a husband that would do that?
Well, “Plan B” was going along nicely, although I did have a bit of a headache on the drive. But I ignored it, and it soon went away when I was able to pump up the volume and sing along like I haven’t in a VERY long time. I made it to Seattle with no incidents and in pretty good time.
My friends and I had a very nice dinner at Serious Pie. I had the most delicious pizza that included the oddest combination of and oil base, acorn squash, apples and garlic, before we headed over to the show. Well, the temperature was about 35 degrees before windchill, and we had to wait in line in the parking lot to pay, because they’ve replaced the old boxes that you shove cash in with new-fangled electronic machines that no one can get to work. Probably thought it would be more efficient
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