I love unique holiday theatre events, so when the funny image of one man sitting on an extra-large present with a snowy forest backdrop, and another man in a suit draped over the seated man’s shoulders, caught my eye, along with the pun for “tea,” I got curious. Then I read on:
“O Christmas Tea, A British Comedy. Fans of Monty Python, Mr. Bean, and Dr. Seuss. Grab your teacups! Combining British propriety with an unabashed love for the unexpected, London’s 3-time Impresario Award-winning duo steeps an outrageously funny and brilliantly inventive show reminiscent of classic British pantos. Rich in wordplay, comic physicality, and cleverly crafted interactive elements, O Christmas Tea is uproarious fun, yet it is the duo’s boundless imagination and endearing chemistry that provide the real magic and heart of this play.”
So I bought tickets, and am going tonight!
The bustle of this day is unlike any other. Two 4-year-olds are, for the first time in six hours, settled. Bluey is playing in our bedroom upstairs, and all the adults are taking a break. One is curling their hair, another is practicing the piano, and I have my legs outstretched on the bench, typing away, while napkins, cups, and paper plates await the arrival of pizza.
Soon the house will be even more abuzz as my parents and my friend’s husband join us for dinner. Then, us two couples will head out for O’ Christmas Tea. I’m thankful for spontaneous friends who will go to the event, but also for my parents for being brave enough to watch over Evelyn and our friend’s son Ethan. We’re pretty sure no meltdowns are on the horizon, but will they be able to settle enough to fall asleep with each other so close?
And now for some major updates! First, we received a cease and desist letter from Grays Harbor’s Department of Public Service. If we do not obtain a permit within two weeks, we will be charged $1,000 a day. “That seems excessive,” Dave said while reading the four-page document outlining the steps to compliance. Our $60/night Airbnb that made us a little over $1,000 in five months has ended, and I am relieved. No more people complaining about things triggering my people-pleaser tendencies into a panic. It’s ours now, and if you’d like to stay (for free), please let me know.
Next, the land surveyor will be out tomorrow, allowing us to proceed forward with building our house in Georgia. Dave and I decided to gamble on getting a $1,600 survey, knowing that if the soil doesn’t perk, we’ll be out that money. The soil has to perk, right? The fact that homes are built behind, next door, and across the way gives us confidence in our choice.
Well, my break time is over. Pizza is en route, and the headlights of two vehicles should be gracing our driveway shortly. I hope your day was more relaxed than mine because all the baking—Christmas cookies and homemade bread—was a lot of work.
Love ya!
Jaclynn (And I’m serious about staying at our cabin, please let me know!)
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