This past weekend, Peter and I drove to Seattle to see Josie, our oldest grandchild, in a play. The drive is eight solid hours. We left on Friday morning and arrived in Seattle in time to fight Friday night traffic made worse by construction and hotel personnel who gave us wrong directions. Our hotel, the only one where Peter could use hotel points, was not at all what we expected. Grumble. Grumble.
Later, we were able to make it to our dinner reservations and had a wonderful seafood dinner at Etta’s, by Pike’s Market. Nice.
Saturday morning we had to walk three blocks through spitting rain for a Starbucks coffee because in the hotel dining room, which appeared half-empty to us, there was a twenty-minute wait for food. Was that okay? we were asked. No, it was not.
The rain left and we had a rare, sparkling day during which we could walk around. First, we had to park our car. We found the perfect lot–close to shopping, close to the market. $8.00 was posted. For a few hours, we thought. But we soon learned by reading the small print, the price was $8.00 every thirty minutes!!! An enterprising young man directed the crowd of grumbling people to a lot a block and a half away where you could pay $8.00 for three hours, plus tips to him and his fellow enterprising worker.
We had fun walking around and enjoying the cooler air. After the allotted three hours, we picked up our car and headed out of the city to a new hotel closer to where Josie was performing. The major highway one would normally take to the new location was closed, due to construction. Fortunately, a front desk clerk at the hotel, knew back roads to get to our new location plus how to get from the new hotel to the theater where Josie was performing.
After an early dinner, we headed out to the theater. The performance was at 7:30 and we were due to arrive at 7:00 PM. We did not want to be late. We pulled out the directions for back roads and followed them carefully– until we reached a sign that said, Summer Festival. Road Closed Ahead. Grumble. Grumble.
We arrived at the theater just after 7 PM, where we met with family. Nice.
Two plays were being performed. We watched the first one, anxiously waiting for the moment when our star would be on stage. Josie has always had a beautiful voice (not from me!) but has been shy about performing. At 14, she’s found a niche where she can act and sing and not worry about the teasing she often gets about being so small. (She was a 2 lb. preemie and is still small – perfectly proportioned but small).
Our anticipation built as intermission came and went. Then, there she was, a beauty playing Beauty in Beauty and the Beast. The lines were written in verse and sometimes it was hard to hear the kids. But Josie’s voice rang out true and clear, her face showing the emotions of the moment. Truly, a star was born. Our star. And all the difficulty of getting there, and knowing we’d have to get up and drive eight hours to get back home, meant nothing as we greeted her at the end of the show with hugs and tears and flowers.