DISCLAIMER. THE MAJORITY OF THIS STORY IS HEARSAY, AS I SPENT MOST OF THE TIME WITH MY EYES COVERED.
Saturday afternoon we took the Yoys over to a local Synagogue to see Lisa Loeb (LL) play music from her plethora of children's albums. She was in town courtesy of the Atlanta Jewish Music Festival.
Before I dive into the gory details, I'd like to say that LL never ages. Her glasses may change, but she looks the same to me. I find this amazing as she has two little kids and I feel that the four years I've spent as a mother has aged me approximately 27 years.
Onward we go.
I was pretty relaxed about the show because it would be loud and my kids could be cray-cray, along with everyone else's and all the parents would just lean back and smile and give each other knowing glances.
There was a group of children sitting politely on the floor directly in front of the bimah (stage) where LL was strumming her guitar. My kids and Cousin Yoy, were not included in this group. Mostly because I just used the word "politely".
The Yoysers began in the back of the Sanctuary. Popping up and down from the benches like a punch of crazy moles. But LL was magnetic and soon a group of kids had gravitated towards her singing.
Up went Big E, Little E, and Cousin Yoy. Now they were on stage with her. LL was beyond patient and gracious with her stage crashers. She engaged them and they were thrilled.
Big E made sure to introduce himself and his brother and give LL a brief family history. You know, social security numbers, medical records, 401k accounts. Just the usual shallow and friendly banter.
He paused between songs directly in front of her to dig out a booger and eat it.
I was sweating, purple and hissing at Mr. Yoy to gather our kids.
He was too busy checking the score of the Gator game on his phone. During Shabbat. At Temple.
Uncle Yoy made several trips up to the bimah to retrieve all three of the Yoysers. They promptly returned to the stage.
Big E began bimah diving. Cousin Yoy was busy strumming LL's spare guitar and attempting to open the arc to sneak a peak at the torahs.
My kids discovered the handicap ramp and ran up down like a herd of thundering elephants.
Mr. Yoy kept reaching out and plucking them as they ran by. But they were so far gone off the deep end, it didn't matter.
And all the while, LL sang away. She was fantastic!
After the show, I bolted. I saw many people I knew, but I was so mortified I wanted to hide.
A few side notes:
1) There were many other crazy children up on stage with LL so I guess it could have been worse.
2) A big fan of the blog, Miss R., was there and able to witness a blog entry live and in person. Lucky her!
Thanks to Lisa for letting our kids enjoy her music in their own way.
Popular posts from this blog
Mr. Yoy asked if I could bring the boys by for dinner and take a look at his new office with all of his pictures professionally hung. I, of course, obliged as I am always looking for something to kill time before bedtime. WOULD YOU LIKE TO DRIVE INTO THE HEART OF BUCKHEAD IN THE MIDDLE OF RUSH HOUR? or WOULD YOU LIKE TO STAY AT HOME FROM THE HOURS OF 4-7PM WHILE YOUR KIDS SLOWLY DRIVE YOU INSANE? This mom would take traffic any day of the week. So we headed off to Terminus. We made pretty good time, by the way, until we hit Piedmont. What a cluster! We hit up Mr. Yoy's office first. It looked fantastic! Big and Little E seated themselves next to the window and ogled the women at the three hotel pools within view. No wonder Mr. Yoy asked for binoculars for Father's Day. (That was a joke) We walked over to Ru San's for some sushi dinner. I give them props for blasting their music. It makes me much more relaxed as there is something louder than my chi
Hi folks! A quick note from Mrs. Yoy as I know it's been awhile. For those that know me personally, you know that I've been very vocal in unsuccessfully convincing the Cobb County School board to change their COVID policies, which to this day, remain a steaming pile of sh*t. We follow zero health guidelines and figuring out the quarantine policy is akin to solving that math problem from Good Will Hunting. I will be publishing the letters I've sent to the board and Superintendent over the last 18 days of school. I've heard back from my representative, who is lovely, and my pediatric dentist who also serves on the board, but it's been crickets from the voting block of four and the Superintendent, Chris Ragsdale. Apparently, he's too busy pumping iron and self-tanning. Anyway, enjoy. HAPPY FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL! (E-mail sent on August 2, 2021) Good morning from East Cobb! As a long time resident, I am writing you this morning to plead with you to reconsider the mask
Good morning from East Cobb! I am following up on an email I sent yesterday morning, to which I received zero responses. As a long time resident, I am writing you this morning to plead with you to reconsider the mask policy for Cobb County schools this year. I’ve been speaking with many parents and we are stressed and saddened by the lack of consideration and communication from the board regarding the recent surge of Covid. In case you wanted to know, I can also see the future. And in two weeks when we are all at home, virtual again, with sick kids, teachers, bus drivers and others in quarantine, I will be thinking of you and your total disregard for the health of our children and our families. Look, we all make judgment mistakes. We all have a crazy family member spreading conspiracy theories. But we don’t let these people and/or the internet comments section guide our work decisions. Gosh, I can’t imagine if I let my dad’s view of our income tax system influence how I prepared tax r