Last Days of WWOOT

WWOOT Day 5: 

   Thursday. So, like i said before, Thursday was technically cancelled. Lea had a callback that day anyhow, so she met us at the restaurant later. You're probably like "What restaurant?! Thursday was cancelled." Well, the daytime plans were cancelled. The nighttime got re-arranged. Nighttime, daytime. Nighttime, daytime. See the difference?
   So, since Thursday was supposed to be Ma's day, she picked the restaurant. She has been wanting to go to Marco's Italian restaurant in Peabody for a while apparently. (She was obsessed with Teresa's Italian restaurant in Middleton for soooo long, so I'm just glad we might have found her a new place to drag my dad to.)
   The service was excellent and the food was delicious! No complaints here. They let us take our time to wait for Lea. We had wine and lamb and veal and mozzarella and tomatoes and pasta and dessert - all scrum-dilly-icious as Dad says.

WWOOT Day 6: Final Day of WWOOT

  Ma warned me ahead of time that the event for this night was for Lea - mostly just for Lea. In translation: you might not like it as much.
   I got defensive about this in my head because i said to myself, What could Lea enjoy that i wouldn't enjoy? AND Ma and Dad have to sit through whatever it is, too.  . . .  A play? A musical? I doubted both - and besides, i would enjoy them. Basically, i had no idea what we were doing.

   We went to a fancy-ish restaurant at the Copley Plaza Hotel, the Long Oak Bar. Everything was "eh" in the sense that if you're at the Copley and your food costs more than some of my scholarships are worth, it better be dang fantastic. And it was just ok. The service was nothing compared to Abe and Louie's or even Marco's.

   We had to walk to our next place. On the way, we walked through part of - i think - Northeastern's campus and we saw what i called "a castle." It might have actually been a cathedral / church, but it looked like a castle with the high central turret and surrounding stone walls.
   After the castle, everyone on the sidewalk was dressed pretty fancily, and we crossed the street to stand in front of a big marquis that said The Boston Pops. Oh God, i thought, What the heck are we doing here? 
    Now i understood why this was more a thing for Lea. i saw a big sign with the concerts they would perform this season, including concerts with famous singers. Looking back, i feel kinda dumb  because i hadn't remembered that The Pops do concerts with people - you know, people who sing.
   The first half of the show, i almost fell asleep. It was composed (pun intended) of a cello piece played by an Algerian sophomore from Berkley (i think) and a Star Wars tribute to John Williams, which was recorded. When i told Dad, he sarcastically asked, "Why?" during intermission.
   i said, "Gee, i don't know, you just fed me and put me in a warm, dimly-lit room and played classical music to me. Yeah, i have no idea . . ."
   He laughed.
   For the second half of the show, the amazingly-talented Broadway star Sutton Foster took the stage with the Pops, singing "Singing in the Rain," "I Get a Kick out of You," "Anything Goes," and "Gimme, Gimme," among other tunes. It was outstanding! The music, por supuesto, was clear and clean and - i can only explain it like this: it was as though the vibrations of the music moved through you - even sitting in the balcony, we could feel the music tingling through our muscles. Foster's singing was breath-taking - literally. I found myself forgetting to breathe whenever she sang a particularly long belt or sweeping high note.

   On the walk back to the car, we got ice cream at Cold Stone. It was the - well,  the cherry on top!

i am . . . now a Pops fan. :)