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Dinner and a Show: Blue Man Group Boston and P.F. Chang’s

Are you looking for a fantastic evening outing in Boston that is fun for the whole family? Look no further than Blue Man Group at the Charles Street Playhouse followed by dinner at P.F. Chang’s Chinese restaurant in Boston’s theatre district. Click here for Blue Man Group’s website and click here for P.F. Chang’s website.

My mom originally came up with the idea to see Blue Man Group, and I, at first, was very reluctant to go due to my noise sensitivity problems (Blue Man Group is a performance group of men who have seemingly all-blue bodies. Their shows combine music, science, and art and they are very highly rated by various entertainment newspapers).  A friend of mine who is also noise-sensitive saw Blue Man Group as well, and absolutely HATED it due to the noise. But, I was out of luck due to the fact that my dad and brother also wanted to see Blue Man Group. My dad bought me earplugs, which definitely helped me enjoy the show more. Alas, I was pleasantly surprised. While it did not live up to all of the hype that it got, it was most certainly not one of the worst performances ever. The last musical number of the show was a hilarious hip-hop-type song that contained all of the synonyms for the word “butt” that were appropriate for young children (I DID say it was a “family show”). There were giant, white, plastic, beach-ball-type balls that seemed to float in midair that the audience could hit around that I greatly enjoyed. There were also rolls of toilet paper attached to the ceiling that everyone was ripping off and throwing towards the stage. It was a lot of fun even though my brother and I both nearly got strangled by the massive amounts of toilet paper surrounding us. Other highlights of the show include a comedy routine involving GiPads (giant iPads), the instruction of a variety of different “rock concert movements,” the Blue Men spitting paint onto canvases (and yes, the resulting masterpieces actually looked like they belonged in a museum), and much, much more. An overall great performance for the entire family.

For dinner (and an end-of-Passover celebration), my family and I went to the very crowded P.F. Chang’s Chinese restaurant in Boston’s historical Theatre District. My brother, Gabe, and I have numerous food allergies, and P.F. Chang’s did an okay job handling them. They gave us printouts of all of the foods off of the menu that were allergen-free for us, but my mom ordered something that was not on the printout (lo mein). They messed up the lo mein the first time, but at least we got a huge discount from it. It took my family at least an hour to get our food, and my dad had to get Gabe and I bagels from Dunkin’ Donuts to tide us over. The food was okay, but it was as salty as when one accidentally swallows ocean water on a trip to the beach. It wasn’t the worst food ever, but if you want Chinese food in the Boston area, go to Golden Temple. The food there is SOOOOOOOOO much better than P.F. Chang’s.

Overall, it was a fabulous evening that the whole family enjoyed. My ratings for the show and dinner are below:

 

Blue Man Group: 4 out of 5 stars

 

P.F. Chang’s: 2.5 out of 5 stars

 

Have any of you been to Blue Man Group and/or P.F. Chang’s? If so, what did you think of either or both of them? If not, would you like to try them?

 


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Josie’s 11th Birthday!

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The two cousins smiling together (:

    11th Birthday Celebration: “A Great Time Had By All”

On April 19th, Josie Eliza will celebrate her 11th birthday. Due to the fact that her cousin, Maisie Irene will be out of town on the 19th, Josie and Maisie slept over at their grandmother’s house on Friday, April 17th. The young ladies’ grandmother, Nathalie Ann (affectionately called Granny), stated that, “a great time was had by all.”

The night’s events included baking kosher-for-Passover chocolate chip cookies, and the viewing of two movies: “Bring it On: Fight to the Finish,” starring Christina Milian, and the girls’ all-time favorite cinematic masterpiece, Disney’s “Frozen.” Granny, who had never seen Frozen, partook in the screening, and it was love at first sight for her as well.

The cookies, however, were an “epic fail,” according to Maisie. “The box claimed that the cookies were ‘extra moist and chewy,’ but as soon as I took one from the platter, it completely fell apart!” The 13-year-old recounts. Nathalie chuckles.

“It was totally worth the long drive from Mapleville to pick Josie up!” Maisie says with a grin. Now, the question to be asked is: will there be another extravaganza next year? “Time will tell,” Nathalie says slyly.

“Do you think you’ll do the same thing with the boys?” The birthday girl asks, referring to her brother, Ryan, and Maisie’s brother, Gabe.

“That’s a story for another day.” Granny says.

 


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Less than a mile from home: A poem about the Boston Marathon bombings

I remember that fateful day

Less than a mile from home.

When a bomb exploded near the finish line

Of the Boston Marathon

I was taking a stroll in the park with my mom

And we got a call from our neighbor, who was running

That a bomb exploded

“3 killed, nearly 130 injured”

That warm spring day quickly turned into the worst day of my life

We stayed up all night, watched the news

The reporter assured us, “Everything will be alright.”

But we still went to bed with heavy hearts.

4 days later, locked in our house, we heard that the bomber was

Less than a mile from home.

We locked our doors, closed the windows

And I weeped tears of sympathy

For those whose lives were lost

On that fateful day

Less than a mile from home.


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Random Dystopian Story, Chapter 1

I got a genius idea for a dystopian future story in yoga class on Friday. It will probably be the most crazy story you’ve ever heard, but I think you’ll like it.

Dysyogia, Chapter 1

It is Friday afternoon, and I am on my way to yoga class. Yoga class is my favorite part of the week. I just started taking it on my 12th birthday, just like every other citizen of Townville. It makes me feel at peace and like I don’t have a care in the world. I approach the studio, remove my socks, shoes, and glasses, grab the mat in the cubby labeled Kaili Harper, and walk into the incense-scented yoga room.

After I finish the Stretches I was taught in the Pre-Yoga Orientation last summer for everyone in my Division, my teacher, Camille, walks in the sliding wooden door. “Hello, students,” she greets us as usual.

Along with all of the other girls in my Division, I stand up, walk to the front of my mat, careful to make my big toes touch. “Good afternoon, Camille,” we greet our Instructor. Class has begun.