The Curse of the Lion King
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captainsblogJulie Taymor has worse curses associated with her. Spider-Man: Turn off the Dark, most notably. But from a personal standpoint, the Lion King production she originated on Broadway has been nuthin but trubble under this roof.
After the opening of the fillum and, then, its successful adaptation to Broadway, a bus-and-truck production of the play was scheduled for Toronto for 2003, in Emily's last year of elementary school. This was the Big School Trip that the kids had always been told to expect in their final year at Smallwood, and we eagerly signed her up for it....
just in time for SARS to arrive Oop North. The school canceled the outing, and, oh, sorry, no refunds on the tickets. If you want to go on your own, feel free. Somehow, we scored an extra ticket for Dad from a surplus of if-come returns to the school office, and Em and I made the trek up there and had a lovely time of it.
Now fast-forward to this past spring. A new touring company of the play was scheduled for Rochester, and Emily asked if I could help get her and Cameron to see it; he'd never seen the show and, as a musician, he'd really enjoy it. Mmmmkay.... except I never heard about exactly when she wanted to get tickets for, and how the other logistics of the gig would work. Plus, just as the run was running out, we got our scary news about our older dog Tasha having a tumor on her butt and possibly needing surgery. So between All The Things, they never got to go- a lapse that Em was still upset about during the summer, despite her having learned, in the interim, that Cameron had seen the show someplace in one of its previous incarnations years before.
Yet redemption loomed: the production was due in town here, this very month! I promised them I would figure out a way for them to see the show, and waited for guidance on when they would both be free of school (hers) and work (his) obligations so I could order tickets. Eleanor even chimed in that Wegmans had a 10 percent off deal through some PremiumTicketsDotSomething site.
No word from the kid until early this past weekend. Cam works with Eleanor at Wegmans, and they get their schedules for the coming week on the previous Friday. So, I said to Em, see if he's free on X or Y night this week, because they have tickets available.
Erm, no. Turns out his mother bought tickets for her, and him, and their sibs, but NOT Emily, for this week. So she still wants to go with him- just not the same night, or week, as he's being taken out to it by his mom. That meant I couldn't order for next week (the last week of the run) until today, when we confirmed that he had next Thursday night off from work.
Eleanor's site didn't work for the order: by now, they were down to small blocks of tickets, and you could get one, or three, from the preferred site, but not the needed two. For THAT, I had to order from the Shea's website, and I did find a pair in the balcony not requiring a new mortgage application, but by the time they added on all the nickel-and-dime extra fees, that pair wound up costing more than the new kitchen floor we ordered earlier in the week.
So remember our past experiences? Toronto=SARS? Rochester=Butt Tumor? Well, Buffalo apparently equals Other Dog's Arthritis Re-Flaring. Ebony came up lame last night, and while it was better this morning, she's still not right, hiding under desks and in corners due to the swelling, turning down dinner earlier, even letting an actual human male other than me or Cam into the house earlier (even Tasha was remarkably well-behaved for that), and clearly not herself. So at a minimum, we're needing $50 of new meds for her when the current pills run out, plus who knows what next week if that doesn't fix it.
The Circle of Life- sometimes it's more like a clusterfudge.
After the opening of the fillum and, then, its successful adaptation to Broadway, a bus-and-truck production of the play was scheduled for Toronto for 2003, in Emily's last year of elementary school. This was the Big School Trip that the kids had always been told to expect in their final year at Smallwood, and we eagerly signed her up for it....
just in time for SARS to arrive Oop North. The school canceled the outing, and, oh, sorry, no refunds on the tickets. If you want to go on your own, feel free. Somehow, we scored an extra ticket for Dad from a surplus of if-come returns to the school office, and Em and I made the trek up there and had a lovely time of it.
Now fast-forward to this past spring. A new touring company of the play was scheduled for Rochester, and Emily asked if I could help get her and Cameron to see it; he'd never seen the show and, as a musician, he'd really enjoy it. Mmmmkay.... except I never heard about exactly when she wanted to get tickets for, and how the other logistics of the gig would work. Plus, just as the run was running out, we got our scary news about our older dog Tasha having a tumor on her butt and possibly needing surgery. So between All The Things, they never got to go- a lapse that Em was still upset about during the summer, despite her having learned, in the interim, that Cameron had seen the show someplace in one of its previous incarnations years before.
Yet redemption loomed: the production was due in town here, this very month! I promised them I would figure out a way for them to see the show, and waited for guidance on when they would both be free of school (hers) and work (his) obligations so I could order tickets. Eleanor even chimed in that Wegmans had a 10 percent off deal through some PremiumTicketsDotSomething site.
No word from the kid until early this past weekend. Cam works with Eleanor at Wegmans, and they get their schedules for the coming week on the previous Friday. So, I said to Em, see if he's free on X or Y night this week, because they have tickets available.
Erm, no. Turns out his mother bought tickets for her, and him, and their sibs, but NOT Emily, for this week. So she still wants to go with him- just not the same night, or week, as he's being taken out to it by his mom. That meant I couldn't order for next week (the last week of the run) until today, when we confirmed that he had next Thursday night off from work.
Eleanor's site didn't work for the order: by now, they were down to small blocks of tickets, and you could get one, or three, from the preferred site, but not the needed two. For THAT, I had to order from the Shea's website, and I did find a pair in the balcony not requiring a new mortgage application, but by the time they added on all the nickel-and-dime extra fees, that pair wound up costing more than the new kitchen floor we ordered earlier in the week.
So remember our past experiences? Toronto=SARS? Rochester=Butt Tumor? Well, Buffalo apparently equals Other Dog's Arthritis Re-Flaring. Ebony came up lame last night, and while it was better this morning, she's still not right, hiding under desks and in corners due to the swelling, turning down dinner earlier, even letting an actual human male other than me or Cam into the house earlier (even Tasha was remarkably well-behaved for that), and clearly not herself. So at a minimum, we're needing $50 of new meds for her when the current pills run out, plus who knows what next week if that doesn't fix it.
The Circle of Life- sometimes it's more like a clusterfudge.
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Date: 2011-10-25 04:19 pm (UTC)But man, yeah, clusterfudge is a good way to describe the situation this time around! especially if it all cost more than your kitchen floor!