In my high school hey-day, it used to be that there were cool jocks, drama/band nerds, motor heads, geeky smart kids, and "extras," like the kid who somehow worked 60 hours a week at Wendy's and yet was still a living student. I was a fairly smart kid (No math! Death to math!) with strong leanings toward "extraness." One thing I wasn't: a drama/music nerd.
Confession: I never liked Grease. Peer pressure wouldn't allow me to admit it then, but I can now.
Yes, tragic as it is, the musical appreciation gene skipped me. Thus, you can see that High School Musical and Mama Mia are lost on me. Yea, pain inducing.
In fact, when I recently went to see Mama Mia with my group of girlfriends, one kept repeating, "I want to sit by Linda just so I can watch her squirm." (Please turn your attention to the first pic of this post.)
So how did this happen: I have two daughters who are musically inclined, who have had leads in musicals and parts in civic productions. Oh, the irony! (These may be the only musicals I've ever enjoyed, btw).
When all three of my kids were little, one of their favorite shows to watch was CATS, the undisputed dumbest of all musicals. "Wicked" kept my friends juiced for months. In sum, the people whom I love most in this world love the musicals. Musicals make their world go round. Musicals make my stomach go round.
Why is this my fate? Why must I constantly be reminded that I'm an outcast? If life were a musical, right now I'd be slowly climbing to the top of my computer desk, clutching the keyboard to my chest singing, "Whyyyyy is this my faaaaaate?"
So when I came across this video, I nearly died laughing. The people in the courtyard are MY people. Their expressions are MY expressions. I must find these people. Because the other people in my life are like the singing people. And although I love people who can sing about their woes as well as triumphs, I am often lonely on my anti-musical road.
Fellow anti-musical nerds, are you out there? In the words of Yentl, "People, can you hear me? People, can you see me?"
If you are out there, please raise your voice in my comments section. This is not the time to lurk. This is the time to "sing." Without actually singing, of course.
So I now present: "Can I Get a Napkin?" with the wonderful lyric: "I promise we're not wasting trees."