Two Miserable Days

Okay, now that I've got your attention I didn't really have 2 miserable days. For my birthday my mom and Brian took me to Tuachan in St. George to see the amazing play, LES MISERABLES. I've wanted to see it since high school and never had the chance until now. I knew a lot of the music from my culturally diverse room mates in college, but now the music makes a lot more sense. For example, in the song "On My Own," she sings, " ... and although I know that he is blind, still I know there's a way for us..." I now know that there isn't actually a blind man in the play. That, among other epiphanies makes this play one of my favorites! The cast was very talented! (We could hear them quite well from 3 rows from the front.) My dad, being such a great grandpa, volunteered to watch Rachel and Erick for the night. Between treats, Wii, and Bambi (twice), they managed to stay up until we got home at midnight. Unfortunately, we had to cut our trip short to make it back for Rachel's first soccer game. Brian made his coaching debut on a sweltering hot (102 degrees) day. Our team, White Lightning, started with 9 players and ended with 6. No one wanted to keep playing in the miserable heat. Towards the end of the game Rachel was exhausted and found that picking the grass blades helped pass the time until the final whistle blew (did I mention she was on the field "playing soccer" when this was happening). Brian deserves coach of the year for his ref skills. This league makes the coaches call the game, and I guess the other coach was unaware of this fact since he wore sandals and didn't bring his whistle (what kind of coach is that? I mean come on...Anyways Brian was trying to run the whole field, coach, ref, make sure his daughter was having fun, and didn't complain about not having breaks or the heat. He did a fantastic job, especially for the first game. Next Saturday we get to throw in team pictures with this craziness! Go White Lightning!