Totally a poser.
Yesterday, Team Chaos and I had plans with their honorary aunts, LuAnn and Celeste (aka Average Jane) to see Babes in Toyland (Celeste's Real-Life niece had a starring role!) We decided before the play that we would have lunch at Hamburger Mary's. I knew nothing about Hamburger Mary's other than I've heard people rave about their hamburgers. Upon entering the restaurant, I knew immediately that There Was Something About Mary........ something special......something royal Slowly, I began to clue in when I spied a lady wearing a lovely bouffant hairstyle and a June Cleaveresque dress while belting out a song....... in deep, husky tones.
Apparently, Mary's is renowned for drag shows and we had just walked into their Sunday Drag Brunch.
Gentle Reader, it was time to queue up some Keanu Reeves.
Don't get me wrong, I love me a good drag show but they can get fairly ribald and I did have my precious progeny with me, after all. Regardless, we decided to give it a try and we quickly figured out it was to be a tame drag show and that there were other kids in attendance.
And? That was it. We had a GREAT meal while watching some fabulous ladies strut their stuff. I let the kids enjoy the show first, then I clued Arun in as to what was going on. His eyes got HUGE and while he asked several "how" questions that were quite logical, he never asked "why". Because he didn't care.
Anjali? Baby girl was too busy enjoying the music.
I did feel that a quick email to Arun's teacher was necessary:
Um, Arun is quite excited about telling you he went to a drag show this weekend. Rest assured, it was just a Sunday brunch at Hamburger Mary's. We don't take our children to bars (not yet, anyway. Missie B's? You're on notice :-)
KelliHonestly, I am quite happy with how everything has worked out the past week. I am teaching my kiddos that no one, absolutely NO ONE, is hurt or troubled or endangered by someone expressing themselves musically and artistically. Even when those performances are in a variety of ways that we may not necessarily understand, but nonetheless can still appreciate.
To be fair, I probably should feel a little guilty about all of the trans-fats they consumed in a single meal.