Forging an Art

were probably the best part of a terrific Wizard of Oz performance at the Carousel Dinner Theatre on Saturday night.  It was a traditional telling of the story (traditional = just like the movie, costumes and all) save for the trees (”you go on, Shaniqua!”) played by three men with serious diva attitude.  Now, a curvy, padded figure is great for such a part, but the poppy dancers, who were not only scantily clad but on pointe to boot, were way too heavy.  Call me mean, but as someone who has studied dance and appreciates the aesthetic of an appropriately proportioned ballet dancer, most of these girls were much too big to pull off the costumes and the dancing.  I know that this is Akron, Ohio but surely there are dancers here who are more appropriately suited to this material.  This is not mean, just realistic.  When athletes are out of shape and can’t perform, no one has a problem calling them on it, and as far as having room to talk, I never danced onstage at a triple digit weight.  Just a courtesy to those who pay for a ticket.
Attention-grabbing details: the 3D (or maybe not) glasses that appeared on our table during the intermission.  When the stage became Emerald City, it wasn’t green.  The dresses were white, the lighting was pink, but with these glasses, it was all a vibrant green.  The yellow brick road was, in part, a person in a yellow brick road unitard, dancing to lead Dorothy to the scarecrow.  The crows who made fun of the scarecrow were loud and fun, and the light and sound effects kept us wondering what was going to happen next.  The food, while expensive, was wonderful, and the service excellent.  We are looking forward to a return trip next year for High School Musical.  Noted in the ladies’ restroom - a small plaque with “Inquire at the Box Office for Special Undergarment Needs.”  Not sure what to make of it, but my mom took a picture of it.

Yesterday in church my dad whispered to me, “your mom has just noticed that all the bald men are wearing suits.”  My dad is nearly bald and has been forever, or something close to that long. 

After the race last night, on the way home we ended up behind a small yellow car with the license plate 1 FST LMN.  My kids thought this was great, since I love lemons.  I think I need to go get some on my lunch break today.