Remember how I hinted about a blogger date a few posts ago?
Well now I will tell you about it!
It was with my lovely blog friend, Sophia.
Most of you probably know how bright and beautiful this girl is, so I won’t go into too much praise about her. Bottom line, shes fun and obviously well connected because she scored us press passes to see “Hair” which is on its national tour (and LA is the first stop!). Our adventure began with me calling Sophia for directions. Because I’m behind on the times and I dont have a car with a gps or a smart phone. Although I will say my phone is not stupid! Its intelligent indeed! It just cant go online, check my email, cook, clean, and tell me how many calories I burned. Anyhow….. I picked up Sophia, gave her some of my delicious balsamic blueberry fudge
(which she devoured, naturally, cause I know a think or too about fudge).
And we were off!
Being sans gps, smart phone, and a compass, we ended up in four countries in under half an hour! We managed to end up in Chinatown, Thai Town, Little Armenia, and Gay-sneyland (its the Disneyland for queer people, also known as West Hollywood). We were actually tempted to get out of the car and explore these areas, but we had a psychedelic musical to see. Luckily, I am an avid musical lover and have been to this particular theater a number of times, hence, we got there on time!
Now, I was a little nervous that we weren’t gonna get the tickets. See, with all do respect to Sophia’s journalism career, the Daily Trojan is not the LA times. These tickets are expensive, so I was nervous they wouldn’t actually give us two for free for a college news paper. Once again, to our luck, Sophia IS that important of journalist that we scored them!
See, good things happen good people!
So we jumped over a few hurdles, but finally sat in our shockingly not so terrible seats. They were aisle seats so this meant we had our hair played around with by cast members and got fliers and flowers from the show’s hippies. I was expecting joints or pot brownies, but I know the economy is in the toilet so I’ll settle with the flowers. I’ve seen a production on hair when I was about 12. It was a high school rendition and I realized they cut out a very important scene back then…..the nudity! Yep, true to the “peace, love, and pot” times, the whole cast was full frontal during the last scene of the first act. At least they made me feel better about feeling underdressed. I was worried yoga pants and a grey cashmere mumu was a little to casual for the theater. But when 20 or so cast members stand bare assed in front of you…..
All in all, I had a great time. I actually like songs from the sixties, and I appreciate the message the hippies try to promote. Except for the pot brownies. I love brownies, but I dont like them to taste like weed. If I wanted weed, I’d smoke weed, why would I need it to be delivered via brownie? Needless to say, there was no pot brownies at the consession stand. The best part of the evening was when the cast members invited the audience to dance on stage. But I wasn’t high, so I stayed put with Sophia, and just marveled that they could shake their booty on a giant stage. Besides, I dont have much of a booty anyhow.
When Sophia and I walked back to my car, I told her, “That was fun! You know what they should have called it? ‘Calories!'”. Yep, because I think the biggest lesson I learned from my years with my eating issues was that glistening, full, rich hair, needs just that. I’m sure glad my hair is in that condition these days! Not to say it that there aren’t days where it looks like a mop. But at least it bounces and stays on my head as opposed to the shower drain. And at least I dont need pot to give me the munchies. I just have the munchies!