We
had a date last night! I know, I
know. That shouldn’t be something
warrants a proclamation, much less an exclamation point. But it is a special occasion for us when we
get to do something together and there are not grandchildren involved. Not that hanging out with the kids is a bad
thing. They certainly inspire a new
level of … of … creativity, of excitement, of … OK, endurance. They force you to look at the world with the
eyes of a child … innocence, expectation, wonder. And there’s not a thing wrong with doing a
little of that every day.
So
last night we were gifted with tickets to the Grand The-a-tuh (the high-brow way of saying theater, so I’m
told) in Galveston to see a new production by the guy who does A Tuna
Christmas. That was a pretty funny show,
so we were looking forward to seeing this one.
And to make it even better, we were attending with our new worship
pastor and his wife, both very fun people.
The tickets put us in the second level, but right in the front row. We were able to look down below us at the
folks sitting in the “elite seats.” I remember
sitting in that section back when I was in high school and the building was the
State Theater, a movie house. To sit on
this level meant you could toss popcorn or spent gum into the level below. Not that I ever did anything so
juvenile. I was always too engrossed in
the movie to engage in such behavior.
But the popcorn really was bad back then …
The
show itself certainly had its funny parts, as expected. It was a collection of monologues set in a
bar. The stated purpose of the production
was “to show us that we are not all that different from one another.” So underlying the jokes and the acting there
was an element of social comment on the sociological and political hot spots in
our society. Some of the jokes and
innuendos were pretty rank, to be honest, and not really all that funny. Others, though were hilarious. I especially enjoyed watching Charlotte laugh
at the specifically Oklahoma digs they were throwing in. Not just polite little “church giggles,” mind
you. These were full on belly
laughs. Apparently Oklahoma is a very funny
state. I also got a kick out of the San
Antonio segment. It helped that Josh
lived there for a few years, so I kind of knew where and what he was talking
about when he said things like, “move out north of the loop.” There’s always something about laughing at your
home state (or maybe yourself) that
makes the joke even funnier.
I
managed to say hello to the two fire fighters who were working fire watch for the
event. The theater is required to have
them at every event. I think it’s
because they know the number for emergency services better than anyone
else. Or maybe their superhuman
instincts and superspeed reflexes makes it possible for them to dial 9-1-1 just
a little faster than the average human being.
Actually, I think it probably has more to do with their knowledge of
fire codes and exit points. In any
event, thanks for being there Gary and Dustin.
Romans
15:2 says, “Each of us should please his
neighbor for his good, to build him up.”
Father,
thank you for an occasion to relax with my best friend and some new friends, as
a result of a gift from another friend.
I sense a pattern there. Amen.
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