Yeah, yeah, eggs/feast/joy yada yada, I’m always going to do all of that too, but the mandatory annual event I speak of now is the listening to of a certain soundtrack
Cue orchestra
Jesus Christ Superstar
It’s a commitment, this soundtrack. Much like my beloved Hamilton, it requires 86 minutes of
*singing at the top of the lungs with intermittent interpretive dance
The Listening* also has the quality of being potentially annoying to some people despite their exposure to the phenomenon a bare minimum of 19/16 times, respectively. People who may or may not also have other expectations of their single parent on this most blessed holiday.
My personal preference is to plug a speaker in to the kitchen outlet and request that It Begin during the time I will inevitably spend in my kitchen preparing the traditional Holiday feast for the masses that need only feed we three.
This year my girl wanted to hover while I prepped the feast, which I was delighted to oblige after obtaining the necessary waivers and memorandum of understanding that my primary role for the next 90ish minutes was to sing. And to dance.
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| posted at noon with caption: Eggs found, chocolate consumed, time to prep the boid and start the soundtrack |
Oh yes, the eggs had been found
This year’s loot made the empty feeling eggs most coveted
So by 11:31am I was ready to prep, and prep I did. I prepped, I sang, I danced, and then I had plenty of time to run
out for cranberries and pie crust
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| I even took the scenic route |
before the obligatory dying of the eggs
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| #justwethree |
The epic feast was presented with flourish. We are a small
family, yet mighty.
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| Don't worry, I drank everyone's champagne |
The epic mess was eventually cleaned, and we retired to
the davenport with wine and jellybeans, because this year there was a new
tradition to behold, one that I fervently hope will be repeated or recreated
annually from this day forward into eternity
Cue orchestra
Oh. My. God. I die.
ReplyDeleteCan you *BELIEVE* that JCSS? I have not stopped. I have not stopped watching the clips, (mostly of Mary Magdelene, with whom I am in love, but yeah yeah yeah, Judas and Jesus too. But the way Mary Mag sings "tonight". Like the way Clara used to say, "Jiddoo." I die. I die constantly.), I have not stopped singing the soundtrack -- which is part of my dna -- I have not stopped *listening* to the soundtrack. Like, THIS MORNING. Again. I die.
Your table looks beautiful, I'm so impressed that you dye eggies the day of, the only thing more adorable than your bike is you, and finally, next year *please* include a video clip of your interpretive dance.
I die.
xoxoox
Ellie
We have been on the road for good Friday in years past, and JCSS is great for that, too! Though I will listen to both the film and the Broadway cast albums anytime.
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