{{Buffistas}} Quick recovery thoughts for your mom, aurelia.
So we went to see a show last night with ND while Pix begged off claiming an early morning date with the sea. My best theory is that they had 3 bins: bin 1 held a few dozen costume designs, bin 2 held a few dozen scenery plans, and bin 3 held a few dozen music catalogs. The producer randomly picked about 25 from each bin and tossed them together. Then we had lights blinding the audience from time to time from being misplaced. Oh and the choreography which substituted throwing bodies around for what might have worked as leaps and lifts, with added extra rolling on the floor perhaps to smother body fire? We alternated between slack jawed astonishment, tears rolling down cheeks, and attempts to not laugh too loudly. I wanted to hug each cast member and pat them on the back with promises that this too shall pass and they should hang in there for the end of contract bonus. That's entertainment, folks. DH told me it was a good thing my introductions to theater with him were quality because he would never have gone back if that was his first show. What a hot mess.
ION, the Caribbean remains glorious and can hardly wait to see more shows!