Last Night We Saw Jesus Christ Superstar.
The show was good, It is difficult with a “Rock “ anything, because you are use to certain voices. Bob Dylan does not have a trained voice but it is recognizable. I could not tell the difference between Pavarotti and his understudy. It’s like I can’t tell the difference between a $30.00 bottle of wine and a $300.00 bottle, but I can taste the difference between Coke and Pepsi. These people were good but the people ion the original record were “Great”. Lane on his own came to that same conclusion; But he loved it.
Changing dippers did not make me feel like a parent; but Lane leaving his retainer thing last night at Arbys last night did. There is a chance that they might have it, they were closed when we realized. Lane started crying uncontrollably, “I am a terrible person, I let the whole family down” It’s all my fault I should be punished for a month.”
Of course I am the rational adult chiming in with comments like “That’s it that is the end of braces or “That’s it, now we will have to cancel our trip to Florida.”
“It’s all my fault, Lane has my genes” I did a poor job rearing him”
Meanwhile Ilene is upset and saying “It’s my fault” I should have kept an eye on it” “I’m just over whelmed.”
Lane is crying “Blame me not your selves.”
The irony is we just came from Jesus Christ Superstar, and the three of us are all playing the part of Martyr.
You would have been rolling on the floor in laughter
I must admit It would be much funnier if we find the thing.
