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Anniversary I: Bubbles at the Bowl with Groban

Jul/15/07 10:22 AM Filed in: THIS IS OUR LIFE
Oddly enough, some ridiculous thing has occurred on every anniversary that we have celebrated since our wedding day. It all began 3 years ago on our 1st anniversary. We were looking forward to a lovely weekend away…

We had checked into our hotel and were all dressed up for a nice dinner out. The dinner was amazing. It was our fist time to eat at Ruth's Chris Steak House and it was an extraordinary culinary experience. It also happened to be where I had my first official celebrity sighting.  After an amazing dinner we headed to the next event on our agenda: Opening night at The Hollywood Bowl. We thought we had left enough time to drive the 6.5 miles from Beverly Hills to Hollywood. Little did we know!
45 minutes later, 15 minutes after the concert started, we finally arrived at the Bowl, only to discover that there was no parking for miles around. The concert was completely sold out which meant that the traffic was absolutely insane. We had to drive another 15 minutes up Cahuenga Blvd to some forsaken parking lot where there was a shuttle that would take us back down to the Bowl. We hopped on the very last shuttle of the night at the very last minute. John and I had the entire bus all to our selves. We arrived and immediately ran up the hill to catch the escalator up to our level. We could hear the sweet but distant sound of Monica Mancini singing "Moon River" which is one of John's favorite songs. As we stepped off the escalator, Miss Mancini walked off stage and the lights came up. We had made it just in time… for intermission. Oh well. At least we made it for the 2nd half with Josh Groban. We scurried over and found our seats. They were quite possibly the only 2 empty seats in the entire theater. We breathed a sigh of relief.  The 2nd half started and we discovered that our great seats were not that great after all thanks to the one we now affectionately call “the bubble lady” seated in the handicap section above and behind us. She had a bubble gun that she thought would just absolutely delight the crowd and would hold it over our row, actually over our heads, and pull the trigger. We suddenly heard a battery-operated whine… EEEWWWOOWEE drip drip drip. We looked up at her and she simply smiled back at us, as if to say "Aren't bubbles great?" We smirked back. Yeah, they were great alright. It wasn't long before our entire row was groaning and giving her dirty looks. Then someone finally said to her, "Hey, you're getting bubble drips all over us down here!" She looked so shocked that we didn’t see the joy of those little bubbles floating out over the crowd. She slowly and reluctantly turned her gun the other direction. The rest of the evening was pretty uneventful but we will never forget that crazy night.

And that is the tale of ‘Bubbles at the Bowl with Groban.’
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