ashleypmo
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- Jun 10, 2007
I know, it defies logic! I mean, what on earth could a prissy little 4 year old girl love more than princesses? Well until a couple of months ago, the answer would have been "nothing." But to borrow a line from The Aristocats, "Let me elucidate..."
Back sometime in September I guess, my mother called early in the morning to tell me that their corporate attorney had offered her boss 4 tickets to The Lion King: The Musical at Fair Park Music Hall in Dallas. Her boss is a really great guy, and he thinks the world of my mom and her grandbabies, so he says "Hey Jan, call Ashley and see if she and the kids can use the tickets." So she did and I was like "
ohmygoshomygoshomygosh!!!" Because I've always wanted to see it, and I knew the kids would love it.
What followed was a whirlwind of logistical operations trying to figure out whether Gus would be able to get home in time to watch Mason so we could leave on time or whether my Mom would have to leave work early to watch him for us. It was kind of absurd really, because Gus and my mother work just a few blocks away from eachother, but their offices are about an hour away from our house. We didn't want my mom to rush up here only to find out halfway here that Gus was on his way. But finally DH called to say he was on his way.
Now, I mentioned that my mom's corporate attorney gave us the tickets. Well, she actually was using tickets purchased by another attorney in their firm. I called the Music Hall to make sure we wouldn't have any problems claiming the tickets, and I was told that all I had to do was tell them the name the tickets were purchased in and I could pick them up. "You're sure?" "Yep." Great!
BTW, I had lost my drivers license sometime in the late spring/early summer. I never got it replaced, because I'm fairly sure Ramie lost it in the school room. But on my way out the door, for some reason (divine intervention!!!) I said "Hey honey? Did you say you had my expired passport somewhere?" I tucked it in my purse, just in case.
So we arrive at Fair Park--along with 15million other eager audience members, and hoof it from the far reaches of the parking lot to the Music Hall. I tell the gal at the ticket counter my story, and she's like "How do I know they said it was okay for you to have these tickets?" I explained to her that I had called earlier to ask if I needed any other documentation and was told I was good to go, but she was on some kind of ticket agent power trip or something. She asks me for the people's address to confirm, and I'm like "Look, here's my story again. I don't know there address. I only know their names." So she asks me for my drivers license. "Well, funny you should ask, because I've lost my license, but I have my passport!" (I left out the part about it being expired. No sense appearing totally inept, right?). She shoots me a scowl you would not believe! I'm like "Ma'am, I have just driven an hour and a half with my 3 children, and they are so looking forward to this, and I called and talked with Judy in the ticket office earlier to make absolutely sure I didn't need to do anything else to claim these tickets. I promise, I am legit." So she grudgingly hands me the tickets, and has me sign some affadavit thing. Then she looks me in the eye and--I kid you not--actually says to me "If you're lying, we know where you are sitting and we will come and get you."
So she hands me the tickets and says something about picking up our "merchandise package." I'm like,
. So I ask another attendant what that's all about and she says "Just present this stub at the souvenir stand and they'll give it to you." But we go stand in the line and find out that when a partner in one of the biggest law firms in the nation buys Lion King tickets, they buy the good tickets! We each got a Lion King cap and the full color keepsake program--that's $30 in mdse. each. As we are standing in line, I happen to look at our tickets and see that each of them has the price at the top--$140 each! That's $560! ohmygoshohmygoshohmygosh! The nosebleed seats were $40 apiece, and I had fully prepared the kids to not be too picky about where our seats were. But for $140 each, I'm thinking these seats are going to be....well, a durn sight better than nosebleed...
And Boy, was I right! The usher points the way, and my eyes pop out of my head--8th row, center stage!!!! WOW!!!!
I'm talkin' animals processing down the aisles right on either side of us, right in the middle of the action.
I had told the kids that the production would be somewhat in the flavor of the Animal Kingdom Jammin' in the Jungle parade, in terms of artistic interpretations of the various animal costumes, but other than that, we had no idea what a treat we were in for.
It was an amazing show! If you haven't seen it, oh man--it's amazing!
I think you would enjoy it from any seat in the house, but the closer you are, the more you can really appreciate the costumes, which are unbelievable!
The kids were absolutely rapt. Their eyes were huge, taking everything in. They talked about it for weeks. Heck, they're still talking about it. But for weeks afterward, Ethan would say, "I'm sad that we'll never be able to afford to see The Lion King again." Well, not with seats like that, anyway! And I really recommend buying at least one program, because they have loved looking through it and talking about the costuming.
So we're talking about Ramie though, right? Well, little Ramie absolutely fell in love with the whole thing. She woke up talking about it, it was the last thing she talked about before bed, and she would ask over and over again why we couldn't go back and see it again. She loved it! So Riley tells her about Festival of the Lion King at Animal Kingdom (which is really nothing at all like the musical, but hey, Ramie's only 4), and how we can go see it when we're at WDW.
So now, Ramie has decided that the first thing she wants to do is go see Festival of the Lion King. I had kind of forgotten about her obsession, and the other day we were on allears.net looking at the photos of the different rides, and I was showing her the pics of the Peter Pan ride. "Hey, Ramie, aren't you excited that you're going to get to go on that ride?" and she says "Yes, but first we're going to go see the Lion King." I said, "Well, first we are going to eat breakfast in Cinderella's Castle with all the princesses." and she says, very matter-of-factly, "No, first I want to go see Lion King."
Whodathunk? I hope she's willing to negotiate a little, because it ain't gonna play out that way--not when we won't be getting to the hotel until 6:30pm, and have breakkie reservations for CRT the next morning at 10:15. No, it will have to be our second full day at WDW. I have a feeling she'll be all right with that.
And next time, you'll finally find out who those mysterious celebrities were that accompanied us on our trip to DL....any guesses? Come on, there's a
for the right guess! Another hint, you say? Let me think....okay, there's the intellectual, the goofy-but-loveable chubby one, and, of course, the trouble-maker. Oh come on, I'm practically handing it to you on a silver platter!
okay, one more hint..."....we can hardly stand the wait...."
Back sometime in September I guess, my mother called early in the morning to tell me that their corporate attorney had offered her boss 4 tickets to The Lion King: The Musical at Fair Park Music Hall in Dallas. Her boss is a really great guy, and he thinks the world of my mom and her grandbabies, so he says "Hey Jan, call Ashley and see if she and the kids can use the tickets." So she did and I was like "
ohmygoshomygoshomygosh!!!" Because I've always wanted to see it, and I knew the kids would love it. What followed was a whirlwind of logistical operations trying to figure out whether Gus would be able to get home in time to watch Mason so we could leave on time or whether my Mom would have to leave work early to watch him for us. It was kind of absurd really, because Gus and my mother work just a few blocks away from eachother, but their offices are about an hour away from our house. We didn't want my mom to rush up here only to find out halfway here that Gus was on his way. But finally DH called to say he was on his way.
Now, I mentioned that my mom's corporate attorney gave us the tickets. Well, she actually was using tickets purchased by another attorney in their firm. I called the Music Hall to make sure we wouldn't have any problems claiming the tickets, and I was told that all I had to do was tell them the name the tickets were purchased in and I could pick them up. "You're sure?" "Yep." Great!
BTW, I had lost my drivers license sometime in the late spring/early summer. I never got it replaced, because I'm fairly sure Ramie lost it in the school room. But on my way out the door, for some reason (divine intervention!!!) I said "Hey honey? Did you say you had my expired passport somewhere?" I tucked it in my purse, just in case.
So we arrive at Fair Park--along with 15million other eager audience members, and hoof it from the far reaches of the parking lot to the Music Hall. I tell the gal at the ticket counter my story, and she's like "How do I know they said it was okay for you to have these tickets?" I explained to her that I had called earlier to ask if I needed any other documentation and was told I was good to go, but she was on some kind of ticket agent power trip or something. She asks me for the people's address to confirm, and I'm like "Look, here's my story again. I don't know there address. I only know their names." So she asks me for my drivers license. "Well, funny you should ask, because I've lost my license, but I have my passport!" (I left out the part about it being expired. No sense appearing totally inept, right?). She shoots me a scowl you would not believe! I'm like "Ma'am, I have just driven an hour and a half with my 3 children, and they are so looking forward to this, and I called and talked with Judy in the ticket office earlier to make absolutely sure I didn't need to do anything else to claim these tickets. I promise, I am legit." So she grudgingly hands me the tickets, and has me sign some affadavit thing. Then she looks me in the eye and--I kid you not--actually says to me "If you're lying, we know where you are sitting and we will come and get you."
So she hands me the tickets and says something about picking up our "merchandise package." I'm like,
. So I ask another attendant what that's all about and she says "Just present this stub at the souvenir stand and they'll give it to you." But we go stand in the line and find out that when a partner in one of the biggest law firms in the nation buys Lion King tickets, they buy the good tickets! We each got a Lion King cap and the full color keepsake program--that's $30 in mdse. each. As we are standing in line, I happen to look at our tickets and see that each of them has the price at the top--$140 each! That's $560! ohmygoshohmygoshohmygosh! The nosebleed seats were $40 apiece, and I had fully prepared the kids to not be too picky about where our seats were. But for $140 each, I'm thinking these seats are going to be....well, a durn sight better than nosebleed...And Boy, was I right! The usher points the way, and my eyes pop out of my head--8th row, center stage!!!! WOW!!!!
I'm talkin' animals processing down the aisles right on either side of us, right in the middle of the action.I had told the kids that the production would be somewhat in the flavor of the Animal Kingdom Jammin' in the Jungle parade, in terms of artistic interpretations of the various animal costumes, but other than that, we had no idea what a treat we were in for.
It was an amazing show! If you haven't seen it, oh man--it's amazing!
I think you would enjoy it from any seat in the house, but the closer you are, the more you can really appreciate the costumes, which are unbelievable! The kids were absolutely rapt. Their eyes were huge, taking everything in. They talked about it for weeks. Heck, they're still talking about it. But for weeks afterward, Ethan would say, "I'm sad that we'll never be able to afford to see The Lion King again." Well, not with seats like that, anyway! And I really recommend buying at least one program, because they have loved looking through it and talking about the costuming.
So we're talking about Ramie though, right? Well, little Ramie absolutely fell in love with the whole thing. She woke up talking about it, it was the last thing she talked about before bed, and she would ask over and over again why we couldn't go back and see it again. She loved it! So Riley tells her about Festival of the Lion King at Animal Kingdom (which is really nothing at all like the musical, but hey, Ramie's only 4), and how we can go see it when we're at WDW.
So now, Ramie has decided that the first thing she wants to do is go see Festival of the Lion King. I had kind of forgotten about her obsession, and the other day we were on allears.net looking at the photos of the different rides, and I was showing her the pics of the Peter Pan ride. "Hey, Ramie, aren't you excited that you're going to get to go on that ride?" and she says "Yes, but first we're going to go see the Lion King." I said, "Well, first we are going to eat breakfast in Cinderella's Castle with all the princesses." and she says, very matter-of-factly, "No, first I want to go see Lion King."
Whodathunk? I hope she's willing to negotiate a little, because it ain't gonna play out that way--not when we won't be getting to the hotel until 6:30pm, and have breakkie reservations for CRT the next morning at 10:15. No, it will have to be our second full day at WDW. I have a feeling she'll be all right with that.And next time, you'll finally find out who those mysterious celebrities were that accompanied us on our trip to DL....any guesses? Come on, there's a
for the right guess! Another hint, you say? Let me think....okay, there's the intellectual, the goofy-but-loveable chubby one, and, of course, the trouble-maker. Oh come on, I'm practically handing it to you on a silver platter! okay, one more hint..."....we can hardly stand the wait...."
I'm like, "Courtney, my love, you didn't go on the Matterhorn." "Yes I did--I remember everything about it!" 
"No, dear, you were only 4. You weren't tall enough. You went on Alice in Wonderland with Mom." I tell you she SWEARS she remembers going on that ride. I had to tease her--"Next time you see Alvin, Simon, & Theodore, ask them about it. They'll remember."
Especially since I'm about 12 loads behind on my
So this bee is dive-bombing him, and he's jumping all over the place, swatting at the bee while trying not to drop Courtney or his beer. He failed at one of those efforts; which one? You'll find out in a minute.
, but all the good boarders are probably booked up for the holidays already.
! But it was too late--the ride left the platform, and there was that father thinking he had just embarked on one of those "scar-your-child-for-life" moments. He looked like the kind of guy who would care about a thing like that, unlike my dad. 
has no place in Disney World! 
