Ballet, Pez, and Toto, Too

Grandma and I decided to take in a show.

The Vancouver Dance Theater was putting on a ballet version of The Wizard of Oz. We thought it sounded interesting, especially since it's a program you don't really think of as a "ballet". The direector said it was challenging because the dance and music all had to be created from scratch. Most of the music was the soundtrack from the movie, but with some surprising, creative, and fun additions (for example, imagine Dorothy, Glenda the good witch, and the munchkins of Munchkinland sending the Wicked Witch of the West out of the city with a little taste of "Hit the Road, Jack")

The play was very fun and entertaining. Grandma and I really enjoyed it. Especially the cute seven-year-old who played the part of Toto She was just SO cute!

During the intermission of the ballet, Grandma and I decided that we wanted to be sure to do our part to support the Theater, so we bought raffle tickets, two for each of us. The raffle would be drawn at the end of the performance and the winner would receive some kind of Wizard of Oz item.

Imagine my surprise when the end of the performance arrived and they drew the ticket and called out my name. I was so shocked that I was completely speechless. Seriously. As in, complete silence. They were expecting to hear some kind of "Woo-hoo" or something, but instead crickets chirped as they began to wonder if they pronounced the drawn name incorrectly. Just to make sure, they started spelling it out. My brain kicked my legs into action and I stood up (naturally, I was sitting in the back balcony area, so I was about as far away as I could get) and made my way up to the stage where I accepted my prize: a Wizard of Oz Collector's Set of Pez. Pretty cool.

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