Hot Chocolate and Diapers

Today Nathan and I enjoyed hours and hours together on a for realz legit date, though everything was as much as mess as we ever are.

The first excitement was that we naturally forgot our theater tickets, so had to turn around and go back to the house to get them.  This meant a whole extra attempt at escaping the house without any child drama, and left us missing the children more than we expected after having to say goodbye all over again.  We really prefer to do things as a family, I think.

As we drove to Tulsa, I worked to register the whole family for an upcoming 5K race, but gave up after three times accidentally hitting the “back” button on my phone and having to start all over.

That’s how it took us all the way to Tulsa to get all our family business out of the way, discussing schedules and upcoming plans, so we could relax and focus on our date.

The best part?  Leaving our phones in the car for lunch.

And lunch was amazing.  It was so good!  We went to my favorite Indian food place, and enjoyed every single savory bite.  The spices made my face tingle, and the yogurt cooled my palate, and all of it was as delightful as I remembered.  Bartlesville has an Indian food place, but it is only very randomly open according to the busyness and event hours of Phillips.  We have tried and tried to catch it open (it never matches the hours posted on the door), and so it has been teasing us for months.  We were so excited to finally get to eat really good Indian food!

We managed to make it through the construction in time to get parked and into our seats before the show started.  I had seen the movie only, ages ago, and Nathan had seen the musical once before in London.  We were not expecting what we saw, and were very disappointed.  He will write a “Nathan’s Corner” blog about it, from an official and intelligible response perspective that will be better than anything I have to say.

My response is simply that the good thing was having two hours to lean on him and relax, and I totally slept part of the time.

We did not leave, though we talked about it, but Nathan needs to be aware of what is happening in theater and on tours, so that he knows for his shows.  It was a fascinating discussion after, and I so appreciated his perspective and challenge to consider what it says about the philosophies of the world and what call to action we are given in response.  He will explain that in his post, but it gives me lots to ponder.

We left as soon as it was done, with our big discussion on the way back to Bartlesville.  We never talk about a show until we are in the car afterward or already somewhere else.  It’s called the “ten block rule”, and has to do with respecting the other audience members and not knowing who might be included in the audience – like a writer, like Nathan, who people would not recognize by sight.  It’s one of the ways he gets feedback on a show, by sitting in the audience and listening to comments.  So he and other writers have a rule not to discuss a show within ten blocks of the theater.  I probably should not discuss most things within ten blocks of anything.

When we got back to Bartlesville, we checked out a little health store someone from church told us about recently.  It was super cute, and we got some hot chocolate and some gluten free items, and curled up together on a little cushioned bench.  My hot chocolate had carmel in it, and Nathan got peppermint in his. We talked about the show, about our dreams and visions, and all things date-ish, enjoying each other’s company very much.  It was lovely, really, and I really am so very glad he is my best friend.

We walked over to the grocery store then, transitioning back into the parent role, to buy diapers and wipes and bread.  We were glad to get home and discover the parents had survived, and even more thrilled to find a handful of very happy (and very spoiled) kids.  We had originally planned for a sitter, knowing we had already used up a lot of grandparent juice, but the grandparents were excited and willing to have another go at it, so we let them.  They are so good to us, and we are as spoiled as the “grandchildren”.

Those spoiled grandchildren were very worn out and all went to bed early and easily, which made me love the grandparents even more.  Really.

We spent the evening writing, and continuing to discuss the horrors (that’s my melo-dramatic-ism) of what we saw today, and the implications of an art form meant to cause people to think when the audience no longer knows that’s the purpose.  It’s frightening, I think, and a question that could be applied to television or other media as well.  Watch for Nathan’s post.  It will be a good one, I think, and informative.

I really do love that guy.

In the meantime, I am going to dream about Indian food, which I love a lot (in case that hasn’t been mentioned yet today).

I do not love, however, the diapers the baby has been creating after spending the day with the grandparents (and their ice cream).

But she’s happy.  And I’m okay with that.

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About Emily

I am a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints since 2009. I serve as a Chaplain, and work as a counselor. I got bilateral cochlear implants in 2010, but will always love sign language. I choose books over television, and organics over processed. Nothing is as close to flying as ballroom dancing - except maybe running, when in the solo mood. I would rather be outside than anywhere else, especially at the river riding my bike or kayaking. PhD in Marriage and Family Therapy, and currently doing a post-doc in Jewish Studies and an MDiv in Pastoral Counseling. The best thing about Emily World is that it's always an adventure, even if (not so) grammatically precise. The only thing better than writing is being married to a writer. Nathan Christensen and I were married in the Oklahoma City temple on 13 October 2012, and have since fostered more than eighty-five children. We have adopted the six who stayed, and are totally and completely and helplessly in love with our family. Nathan writes musical theater, including "Broadcast" (a musical history of the radio) and an adaption of Lois Lowry's "The Giver". He served his mission in South Korea, has taught song-writing in New York City public schools, and worked as a theater critic for a Tucson newspaper. This is not an official Web site of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.

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