swell
Friday, May 2nd, 2008
Wednesday night I scraped myself out of bed to go with Jon to see The Swell Season or, as they’re now more commonly known, the Oscar winning couple from the movie, Once. We found out that our friend, the famous Sizzle was going to be at the show. Sizzle, being the on-the-ball blogger that she is, summed up the show quite nicely here. Of course she had a different perspective on the show—she was front and center, while we were way up in the balcony. We don’t usually mind the balcony, our only problem was that we were seated near one of the entrances and could hear any lobby-conversation, clear as a bell. It got out of hand when the security guards—"Sgt. Hightower" and "Mongo"—with absolutely nothing better to do, decided to hang out right outside of the theater and talk philosophy…or maybe it was wrestling…Either way, Jon finally got up and asked them to go do something else, which apparently didn’t make them happy, but it did shut them up.
All-in-all, The show was just amazing. Plus we got to see Sizzle, who, as far as we know is the size of an ant (’hellloooo down there!’). And if THAT wasn’t enough, Sherman Alexie, winner of the 2007 National Book Award and writer of the book/screenplay Smoke Signals was sitting behind us. That’s right, we had better seats than Mr. Alexie.
If you have the opportunity—if they’re coming to your town, don’t pass up seeing The Swell Season.
There are a couple of triggers have gotten me out of the house lately. 1)When it’s warm and sunny and Charlie is determined to go outside. “OUUT? OUUT? OUUT? OUUT?” with his shoes in one hand reaching for the doorknob with the other. And 2)When the local high school marching band practices by marching up our street, dancing to songs such as ‘Thriller’ How can we resist our own personal parade?

this one got me out of bed and interrupted Charlie’s bath time. “THRILLERR…”












