When you live in a fishbowl, it's a fact of life that people and activities will be intertwined. You run into familiar people at the commissary, and have to go through the mental Rolodex to remember from where you know them. (And you will run into people you know at the commissary. About a dozen. Every time. It's a rule.) Or when you introduce friends, it goes something like, "This is Sue...we know each other from NOSCO...and our kids are in drama together at the high school...oh, and our husbands work together now...really we first met six years ago when our kids were on the same soccer team, two duty-stations ago." You get the idea.
Driving Patrick to Seminary yesterday morning, it finally clicked that the event for which he was saving his Madrigal costume, was the same event I was attending that morning. He had said he was going to Lester, so it threw me off...but it was actually in the 'hood at the Butler O. I was already looking forward to the event, this performance would be an added treat.
Do you recognize the jester hat in the back? I picked open the lining and stuffed it myself so it wouldn't look lame. I may not get the family's stockings sewn this year...but I stuffed and mended a hat. Woohoo!
I took some videos, but I'm not posting them here because they didn't turn out that great with the lighting. The window in back kept washing out the picture. They did a great job and really added a lot to the festivities.
Here's his reaction to my calling his name as he passed by my table on his way out. Doesn't that just scream, "I love you, Mom!"?
After the kids left, the real fun started. Have you ever played blind-folded, musical chairs? Have you ever HEARD of such a thing? Neither had I. The emcee was smart to ask for a volunteer and an asst. volunteer from every table before she even told them what was going to happen. She had the volunteers come up, and then the asst.'s come bring a chair. Then she announced it was musical chairs...THEN brought out the blindfolds. Craziness. This is the part where I was saying my prayers of thanksgiving that I thought better than to volunteer. Navy stands for "Never Again Volunteer Yourself," but it's a lesson I'm sometimes slow to learn.
It starts out harmless enough.
But starts getting a little scary as people lose their direction or trip over chair legs. (Who thought of this idea, anyway? Oh yeah...crazy Wing people were in charge this month!)
And here's the grand finish...it's down to two, and here's how it ends as the music stops one final time:
It was too funny!
But as entertaining as the musical performance was, and as fun as it was to watch grown women compete blindfolded, this was what made the event so awesome. These are all the toys, bikes, balls and other goodies (and essentials) that were donated during this event, to go to a local orphanage this Christmas.
It was a great time, and I met even more women to run into at the commissary and think, "Where did I meet her?"
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