Today was epic.
Or maybe I should say yesterday since it’s 11:37pm and I’m in bed, listening to my wee babe blow raspberries in the play pen at the foot of my bed. I am *willing* her to go to sleep.
We’ve had one of biggest days of her life so far.
Let me start at the beginning.
We woke up at 6:20. The wee babe decided it was time to wake up. So papa and her played for a bit in bed (he not much of a morning person so when she’s tired of playing on his tummy, I need to get up or breast feed. I chose breast feeding.) I breast fed her to sleep around 7:15 and managed to get another hour of sleep in before she woke again. That time she was serious. It’s time to get up.
Coffee, eggs and toast with a discussion on how the day was going to roll out.
I took off to CT to pick up a cooler for the trip. My hubby and tweenager sorted empties to take back to the recycling depot to get some moola. Last bottle depot trip.
I came home and got the tweenager ready for her dance rehearsal and recital. Hair and makeup.
The hubby came home and we all left for downtown. First stop, theatre to drop off the tweenager for her rehearsal.
My Swiss mister, the wee babe and I walked down to the harbour and stood in line for an hour to get fish and chips. if you’ve ever had fish and chips from Red Fish Blue Fish, you would understand why we stood in line for an hour.
I should interject her with the fact that it was a BEAUTIFUL day. There was also a bike thing going on in the harbour. BMX biking. They had huge ramps, jumps and a barge and blow up mattress thingy, food stalls and TONNES of people mulling around.
I got the text from my tweenager that she was done the rehearsal so after we finished eating we took off back to the theatre to get her.
After a quick visit back to the car to get changed, we headed BACK to the bike thing in the harbour so the tweenager could check it out. We perused around, saw some cool jumps, some weird people, a bunch of tourists, a dance floor outside, and lots of music. Oh yeah and a naked bike ride through downtown Victoria. My tweenager got some video footage of it (is that a bit weird?) but for now I’ll just post a still photo or two.
Then we decided to head to Wanna Waffel to cash in a Groupon that I bought. Not the healthiest of choices given the fish and chip smorgasbord that we devoured but what the hell. All the walking should have helped with the added calories. And anyway, this was probably the last time in 6 months that the 3 of us were going to be altogether in Victoria before we leave.
After that we grabbed a Frappacino (we had another gift card to there so why not) and walked on over to Bastion Square. Phewf. We parked ourselves on a bench for about 20 minutes and people watched the time away. It was a great break to recharge our batteries for the next leg of our day.
We headed back to the car to do another quick change and fix the hair and makeup. Pit stop at a Mexican joint to pick up a couple of wraps (yeah I know) and then off to the theatre.
Ok, this is where I get pissy. My tweenager takes off to where she’s supposed to be. My hubby, the wee babe and I get our 2 tickets scanned and just as we’re heading into the theatre when one of the ushers say, “You’re going to have to get a ticket for the baby too.”
“Huh? Why?” (get this)
“For fire marshall/safety reasons.”
“Are you kidding me? How much?”
“$15.” Actually it was $19.50. WTF.
Ever so calmly my hubby and I grill the ticket sellers. “Why? She’s going to be on our laps the whole time SLEEPING. Sure charge us but make it $5. She’s only 5 months for gawds sake! Is there any way around this?”
There’s 2 ticket sellers and the one we’ve been dealing with says “Nope, you have to pay.”
The second one says “Don’t tell anyone but sometimes people drop of tickets that people don’t need. If that happens we can hold it for you for you to have.”
I’m happy that she is sharing this information but pissed that this is happening. Immediately I decide that if I pay for a ticket and my baby cries, then I’m getting my $20 worth of crying in.
There’s something you have to understand. This theatre is a top notch theatre. Ok, I get that. BUT this isn’t the Phantom of the Opera. This is a dance recital that happens EVERY YEAR. Not to belittle the dance recital (they put on a damn fine performance.) But come on! Airplane tickets cost NOTHING for 2 and under.
So my hubby and I go outside. We contemplate setting up a sign and a hat to take donations of money or tickets to get our precious baby inside. (Ok, we had the money but I refuse to pay $20 for this baby to SLEEP through it.)
We tell everyone we see what happened. They are flabbergasted. Then we see another unsuspecting mom with a 4 week old. “Did you pay for a ticket for your precious bundle. No? Oh you’re screwed.”
Finally, someone comes through for us. It seems that a little sister is going to sneak in with her older sister who’s in the recital so we can have her ticket. There are small miracles.
As we head inside, another woman has over heard our story and happens to know the owners of the dance company and she says that if we had asked for a comp ticket for the baby we would have gotten it and that it’s outrageous that the theatre was making you pay.
You’re telling me and noted for next year.
Dance company = rocks. Theatre = sucks.
The performance is wonderful. My tweenager was fantastic. She worked hard all year to show us her stuff and it showed. I was so proud.
After it was over we congratulated her and headed home.