Months ago, we got tickets to see The Last Ship. I had heard mixed reviews, so I was curious about I was going to think.
My daughter, who is in cosmetology school, asked to curl my hair before I went, so she’d get practice with hot rollers. Ok. I got up earlier than I normally would and washed my hair. She blew it dry and started setting it. I don’t know how people do this every morning! I am normally a wash and wear girl. My hair is usually pulled up into a messy low bun, emphasis on the messy, or up in a twist with a claw clip holding it up.
It took over an hour to do. It was so curly, I hardly recognized myself. I was assured that it would loosen up.
I walked outside to walk to the train stop. Yep. It loosened. I almost blew away. I made it to the train and was headed on my way.
I was standing on the train, since there wasn’t a seat. A woman around my age was standing next to me. The man next to her sneezed. She jumped onto me to get away from him. She pulled out a handkerchief and covered her mouth and nose with it. I couldn’t help thinking that she was probably transferring all the germs from her hand, which had been holding the bar on the train, through the handkerchief into her nose and mouth, so it wasn’t doing any good. It took everything in me to not give out a little fake cough to see if I could scare her. It didn’t matter, anyhow, since the moment the door opened, she ran out of the train in the opposite direction of the sneezer.
I met my friends at the coffee place before the show. My coworker dropped by quickly just as we were about to head in to the show, so that was nice.
The show was ok. The story was great, but it’s one of those shows that didn’t need to be a musical. It was kind of difficult to understand at the beginning and it wasn’t clear when the story jumped 17 years into the future. I am glad I saw it, but it isn’t on my list of shows I’d like to see again.
After the show, I stopped by an old friend’s birthday party. It was wonderful to see him. I attempted a selfie with him, but it’s still not my talent. We ended up with a misaimed photo, a blurry photo, and a photo where we were laughing but it ended up with both of us in it, so we declared it good enough.
It was a nice day, and was worth the trip out of the house.