A friend from work moved jobs to the ESA and has been promising me tickets forever. Well, he called the other day and had tickets to Disney on Ice and wanted to know if we could come. Of course the answer was yes. I was expecting the cheap seats, you know the ones they give away for free. Nope, luxury suite baby. I am now spoiled for life, private bathrooms, fully stocked fridge, table to eat on, the doors closed so that Luke could just run around. All that was well and good but then the waitress/hostess came by and asked if there anything we would like to order for dinner. We looked at the menu and everything was reasonably priced, it was awsome. We ordered and a little while later she came by and brought us the food while we were watching the show. Don’t ask me about the show I was watching the big screen TVs. Now, I just need to figure out a way to make John Huntsman to be my friend. 
Makes you wonder if we’re better off not knowing. Ignorance is bliss and all that. Actually, that sounds like a really fun time. Can’t think of a more deserving family.
Well, that’s not true – there is this blue cheese-phobic knitter and her family…