So there's this passage in the novel Sight Hound, by Pam Houston, where the man whom the main character marries is describing their first date. He's an actor, and he's a little crazy, and she's a playwright, and she's a little needy, and they turn out to be perfect for each other. He says "I guess you won't be surprised when I tell you that ours was not the run-of-the-mill first date. There was the reading of poetry, for instance, on her part, and there was my performance of Freakus Discus, the one-man show I wrote about the second coming of the God of Disco, and I did it up for her at her apartment as if it were a stage performance, the platform shoes, the 'fro and fake chest hair, the mirror ball I keep in my car for just such an occasion; she got the works."
I felt a little like this guy when I started packing up my stuff to do a cute Santa Lucia presentation at Peter's preschool. It involved two different battery-operated props (one wand, one crown), a gown with sash, a huge pointed hat, a book to read and more to show pictures from, a CD, gingersnaps, coloring sheets, a tray, napkins hand-stamped with a cute image of Lucia handing out baked goods... you get the picture. But it went well, the music was good, the costumes were well-received, the ginger snaps not so much, and they all wanted to take their napkins home to their mamas.
I felt a little like this guy when I started packing up my stuff to do a cute Santa Lucia presentation at Peter's preschool. It involved two different battery-operated props (one wand, one crown), a gown with sash, a huge pointed hat, a book to read and more to show pictures from, a CD, gingersnaps, coloring sheets, a tray, napkins hand-stamped with a cute image of Lucia handing out baked goods... you get the picture. But it went well, the music was good, the costumes were well-received, the ginger snaps not so much, and they all wanted to take their napkins home to their mamas.
