|Geoffie is concerned about where the weekend went.|
Friday, Squish, Chicken, Big T, Mate, and I, all went to see ZoomBoy's play.
The play itself was You Can't Take it With You, and for the record, if you are curious about this George Kaufman creation, DON'T watch the Frank Capra film with Lionel Barrymore and Jimmy Stewart. For some reason, Capra screwed the pooch with that version, and the TV version of the stage play with Maureen Stapleton and Barry Bostwick was much better.
|ZoomBoy in his costume and makeup!|
|Squish, my parents, a cousin-ish, and Max|
Basically, we're just so proud of him. He was one of two freshman in the production and he was the only kid up there without some sort of prior drama experience (but they made much of his dance experience) and he had friends who gave him a ride to Denny's and... and he's growing up. And doing a good job of it.
|Max. Good dod, Max! Good dog!|
We left Squish there at three and came home, because ZoomBoy had curtain call at 5 again. We promised him all today to just sleep--and he took it. Played video games, slept, ate--that kid had earned his broccoli-hood, and we knew he'd need it to get through next week.
Bless his heart--he gets to do it all over again.
At Plymouth we saw some super extra awesome costumes, and I took some pictures. I'm particularly impressed by the unicorn and s'mores frappuccinos, but Jack and Sally, the gumball machine, and an entire group of Rydell High students really did make me smile.