We were fully prepared to endure the residual heat from our 104 degree day--we dressed in cool, loose clothing and drank plenty of water in preparation for the outing. We ate on the patio of the Diamond Club on site and seriously looked forward to the production. About the time we had our dessert, the temperature dropped dramatically.
I'm talkin' 15 degrees in nothing flat. In the Midwest that triggers your Uh-oh reflex.
Enjoy the cooler temp, but have the ark on standby
...or the ruby slippers.
We found our seats and the lights dimmed. Soon I saw in my daughter's eyes the delight she had as a little girl when we cuddled on the couch and replayed the VHS version of the musical over and over and over again. We were awash in the glow of familiar tunes and fond memories.
As the overture began so did the sprinkles. By the second or third musical number it was flat out raining. Veterans to Starlight pulled out transparent ponchos of all colors from neat little packets and quickly gave the appearance of "audience in a baggie." You see the show is never called because of rain. There are no rain checks.
The only preparation my daughter and I had taken was to stow away a compact umbrella. What were we thinking? This tiny polka-dot rain shield was meant to fit in one's purse. It was not intended to cover two grown people. But there we sat. Huddled under the mini-brella. The production was very, very good and we valiantly defied the downpour. The clouds would tease for a while--letting up for a few minutes only to resume the deluge. We left at intermission--not because we washed out, but because lightening had begun to streak across the sky. As we sloshed across the parking lot (thankfully she had sprung for reserved parking) we slipped and skidded in our flip-flops, still clinging to the useless umbrella. We found the car, slid inside and drove home.
As I was spreading my drenched clothing over the towel rack to dry I realized something. I really had a great time! Thanks, baby girl!!
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