Playmill

Dusty & Megann got a condo in West Yellowstone, probably hoping to get away for a family trip. But as soon as we heard about it, some of the rest of us invited ourselves along. Byron and Jemayla came, as did my mom and I. My dad was going to come too, but just as we were packing up the car, he got word that his Aunt Diane had passed away in California. He was the next of kin, so he needed to go down there to take care of everything.

After some discussion, Mom and I decided to go to West Yellowstone anyway. We already had tickets for some shows up there, and we wanted to spend time with everyone. Mom had just had her second round of chemo a few days before, so she wasn't sure how she was going to feel. With the first round of chemo, it took a few days before she really felt sick. But with the second round, she didn't end up getting very sick at all (or at least she pretended she wasn't sick).

I didn't get any pictures of this trip, probably because I didn't have any nieces around who wanted to borrow my camera and take pictures for me. So I stole this picture from Dusty and Megann's blog. Just pretend I'm there too.


Family tradition dictates that when we go to West Yellowstone, we see at least one show at the Playmill Theatre. It's a wonderful theater: small, semi-professional, and very energetic. We all had tickets to The Secret Garden the first night, which ended up being my least favorite show. The Playmill specializes in high-energy productions, and while The Secret Garden was fine, it wasn't what they do best. The next night, Mom, Dusty, and I went to Guys and Dolls, which was fantastic! I still have the songs in my head two weeks later.

The third show they were doing was Footloose, and none of us originally had tickets for it. We were actually supposed to come home the morning that Footloose was going to be performed. But after Guys and Dolls was so good, I really wanted to see Footloose! Dusty laughed at me, but he's six years younger than me and just doesn't get it! "Let's Hear It For the Boy" doesn't bring back the same memories for him as it does for me. Some of you understand, right??? Anyway, I talked Mom into staying for the show and driving home afterwards, and I'm so glad we did! Footloose was wonderful, and since neither of us had seen it on stage before (I'm not sure Mom even saw the movie) we felt like we had discovered something new.