A few weeks ago we got a Deseret Book catalog in the mail. While looking through it I saw an advertisement for The Forgotten Carols. It showed they would be in Portland. I showed Roy and told him that someday I would really like to go see the play. To my surprise he got online and ordered tickets that very night! What a great husband! We decided this would be our gift to each other to celebrate our 10th anniversary which is coming up in a couple of weeks.
Last night was the performance. It was so amazing. I have seen Michael McLean in concert a few times and really enjoyed him. This was Roy's first opportunity. The play was really great. It is such a good story with beautiful music. Everyone sounded great and acted well. After the play, Michael McLean spent probably half an hour playing additional music and talking to the audience. He has a great stage presence and way of making an audience feel like they are the best audience and really his friends. I'm so glad we went. Even better, Roy had a great experience and was glad we went! I told him, I'm always glad when he has a positive experience doing something I enjoy because it makes it more likely we'll do it again in the future!
There was an element of anxiety mixed into the night though. We drove down in the car, which has been having some...uh, issues... lately. It doesn't like to idle. Like, it would rather die than idle. Which is bad enough but if it does die, it likely won't start again without a jump and even with a jump there's only about a 50/50 chance it will stay running. Fun, huh?
Unbeknownst to us, the theater is in the heart of downtown, across of the public square where the huge Portland Christmas tree is set up every year. Even better, it was the tree lighting ceremony the same time we were trying to find the theater. You can imagine the crowds of pedestrians and almost stand still traffic. In a car that shudders and chokes when idling. Yeah, no pressure.
Luckily we found a parking garage a few blocks away and walked to the theater. All was well until on the way home. The car unexpectedly died in neutral. No, no, neutral is supposed to be safe... except this time. As luck would have it we died right next to a drop off area for a bar so I hopped in the driver's seat while Roy and a few guys who'd been standing on the curb pushed us off the road.
Miraculously the car started when I tried it and stayed on as long as I had one foot on the gas pedal. This meant I had the pleasure of driving us home. It was a great adventure of two foot driving while alternating between drive and neutral until we got on the freeway. I can't tell you what a sigh of relief it was to get on the freeway and know there would be no more idling until we were almost home.
Famous last words....
There was an accident blocking 2 out of 3 lanes on the freeway. After another intense round of two foot driving for 15 minutes of so we cleared the accident and made it the rest of the way home without incident. Even the traffic lights seemed to be in our favor when we got back on surface roads.
So, anyone want to buy a 13 year old chevy car with nearly 170,000 miles? It is a lovely shade of red-neck-white....
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Totally understand! Our last car did that. Needless to say, during the last six months we had the car, I only drove it twice. I hate the feeling of a car dying while driving.
One of the elders serving in our ward is Michael Mclean's cousin. He definitely looks like him but I don't know if he is a musician.I've always wanted to see that show.
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