a night at the theatah

Last night Computerguy and I took Wordgirl (formerly known as Bubble aka the girl child) to see Mary Poppins at the Music Center in downtown LA (my folks watched the boy). The scheduling was more or less coincidental, but it worked out to be a nice milestone moment on her way to kindergarten next week.

We took the train in to LA. We’re playing the card game 13 on the train, talking rules and strategy as we go.

We knew our time for dinner would be a little limited, and it’s one of my very favorite places anyway, so we walked across the street and down the block from Union Station to Philippe’s French-Dipped Sandwiches for dinner. Wordgirl had a ham and blue cheese sandwich with thick slices of blue cheese (I always get the beef and blue cheese–best French dip anywhere). She ate the ham, nibbled the bread, ate some of the blue cheese, and we really had to keep moving, so I wrapped the rest of the cheese in one slice of the roll and she grasped it in her little fist and ate it as we walked back to the train station to catch the subway.

Red Line to the Civic Center stop and a walk to the Music Center. The flying kids and the long escalator in the photo above are at the Civic Center Station.

The Music Center has 3 theatres (plus Walt Disney Concert Hall across the way) and always a lot going on in the courtyard. It’s a fun place to hang out.

We made our way over to the Ahmanson, found our seats, and waited for the curtain to open. It was a splendid production. CG and I had seen it in London in 2004 (We happened upon it the first night it was open to the public). We’d been prepping for the last few weeks by watching the movie and listening to the movie soundtrack. It was fascinating to watch Wordgirl enjoy all of it, but look up at me and grin when there was something familiar or when something particularly spectacular happened. I may have been watching her almost as much as I was watching the show. She did not seem to be–and she confirmed afterwards that she was not–bothered by some of the darker parts. I think the toys-coming-alive scene was darker and scarier in London, but that may have been because it was new and unexpected to me.

Afterwards, we scurried back to catch the subway so we could make the last train home. CG and I have had to run for that final train more than once, but we had a good 15 minutes to spare this time. It was 11:00 and the girl child was exhausted. In the first picture she’s posing; in the second she’s out. She slept all the way home. It’s currently 10:30 a.m. and she’s still asleep. Going from a week camping at the beach straight into an extreme night out, we seem to have exhausted the child.

This final photo seems to capture for me a sense of this particular moment in time. Daddy standing at the threshold with the girl, helping her walk through into the next thing. Meanwhile, this one night was “practically perfect in every way.”

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3 Responses to a night at the theatah

  1. Sarah says:

    Looks like a wonderful trip!!!!

  2. Ohhhhhhh….I just love it all. What a wonderful evening for you guys!!! Love to you as your little girl walk’s through the door to the nest stage of life.

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