Sunday, February 1, 2009

OPA!

It was Greek week for me this week - we went to a fantastic Greek festival with some friends, and the same friend took me to see Mamma Mia when she scored some unused season tickets from an uncle.

Mamma Mia was fantastic. I should really brush my hair and go out on a Saturday night more often! We had orchestra seats, and sat behind two women in their late 50's who were dripping in diamonds. Neither of them could stop dancing in their seats when the ABBA music started to play, and they were absolutely adorable.

The festival was also amazing. We went in the afternoon, and the kids hit the rides, and we all sat down to dolmades, and saganaki, and pastichio... and there was a baklava sundae (crumbled baklava on top of ice cream) that I refused to taste because I was certain it would spoil me for all other desserts for the rest of my life. Seriously.

Around dusk, we hit the ferris wheel. Smartly, someone had placed a snowcone machine next to the long ferris wheel line. Malena got a red one, and I got a blue one. We teetered precariously in a rickety ferris wheel seat, our lives dependant on someone's ability to use a wrench. From the top of the wheel, we looked over the treetops as the sun went down and the sky turned pink, and our paper cones began to collapse and drip ice water on our hands.

"Fuck it", I thought, and swung my legs back and forth as Malena and I screamed and giggled and my panicked friend Jeannine tried not to turn her head over her shoulder to watch us in horror, lest she allow her seat to gain any momentum.

Since Jeannine's husband drove, I got to sit in the back of their minivan with the rest of the kids, and watch Ratatouille on the sleepy ride home. It had been a perfect day, I had a snowcone, there wasn't a single complaint about any of the food, we swung like monkeys on the top of the world, and now, someone else was behind the wheel. It made me fully appreciate how wonderful a kid's life can be when you fill it with new sights and sounds and shit that's just fun.

Oh, to be four.

I hope you're having fun, baby. :)


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