Good With The Bad

Why did I have to get up at 6:00 AM?  Why did the bus leave at 7:30 AM?  The show didn't start until 11:00 AM and it only takes an hour and 15 min to get there. The lady that organized the trip received erroneous information that's why.  She was told we would see a pre show at 9:30, but there wasn't one.  Oh well in life you have to take the good with the bad.  Sitting on the bus for along time after we got there and then standing in line for around 30 min. was bad but the show was very good.  The show was very entertaining and quite eclectic with singing, trick horse back riding, pig races, ostrich races, baby Jesus, kings, wise men, camels goats, sheep with horns (didn't know sheep had horns), donkey, angel, dove, toilet seat horse shoes, chicken races and ice skaters.  I'm sure I'm forgetting some things, but you get the idea.  Oh I know what I forgot, while all of this was going on our lunch was being served.  The meal was exactly what was in the picture in my last post.  The food was very tasty.  I really enjoyed myself but the best part of all is my Mom went too and that made it even more special and fun.

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3 Responses to Good With The Bad

  1. Drude says:

    toilet seat horse shoes???? Sounds like a great show in spite of the extra wait.

  2. Katiebell says:

    Ostrich races and Baby Jesus? Wild.

  3. Steve Betz says:

    BOO to bad information…. YAY to just about everything else. Sounds like a blast — glad you and your Mom were able to go and enjoy it.

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