If you remember way back to April and the triplets birthday, you'll remember that we suprised the girls by telling them that we were taking them to see "Wicked" in San Francisco. I truely don't know who was more excited; them or us. So, finally the day arrived in August to take off on our mini vacation with just the girls. Aunt Marge was kind enough to volunteer to watch the boys (just Ryan and Chase since Tyler was at scout camp that week). This trip wouldn't have happened without her and we SO appreciated it. You rock, Marge!
I first have to warn you; we learned the hard way NOT to trust Travelocity. They have this "secret deal" thing were they don't tell you where and how much (you do get to pick the "star" though) but they promise you a great deal on a hotel; "just click here". You are commiting when you click though or you can't see the deal. Dave asked me if he should do it and I was nervous too but said to go ahead. We picked a 3 star so how bad could that be? Well, I guess Travelocity's definition of a 3 star hotel and our defintion of a three star hotel is different. You could tell that the hotel was "the place to be" many years ago...,it did have a certain "charm"..., but it was about 2 blocks away from where we, um, felt safe walking. It was a real eye opener for the girls when we first got there. We were hungry and decided to walk down to the Mall to get something to eat (just 2 blocks away). I was a little scared, I don't mind saying. The girls (well, Jenna mostly) kept asking things like, "Mom, why is that guy shouting about Jesus?", "Mom, did you see that guy just litter", "Mom, why is that lady talking to herself", "Mom, what wrong with..." I finally took Jenna aside (cuase if you know Jenna she doesn't have a quiet voice) and quietly explained that we weren't in Kansas...I mean Utah anymore. HA! HA! So funny! Get it? We were there to see "Wicked" and we weren't in Kansas....yea, okay. No really, I just told her that there were alot of homeless people and how sad it was and that some of them had problems with their brains. I didn't explain to her about the transvestite's though. I don't know that they noticed and I wasn't about to point it out.
We made it safely to the mall and back and took it as a lesson learned. SO, learn from our mistake. Don't press that button. We laugh about it though (although not at 11:30 at night when the homeless guy was standing outside our window and shouting at the top of his lungs till I don't know what time. We couldn't laugh about that one until we got a good night sleep the next night as he decided to move to another location).
So, here they are; Jenna and Meagan right before the show started. I thought I would have to tell them not to sing to the songs becuase they know every word to every song but they were actually too enthralled to. They did ask why it sounded different though (they were used to the voices on the cd). It was just as good the second time I saw it....No, BETTER! I was with my girls whose face I watched more then the show at some scenes.
It was fun to walk down the pier area and see all the performer's entertaining to make money. We also walked over to Coit Tower (a monument to the city firefighter's built in the 1930's during the depression. The paintings were really neat and we went up top and had a great view of all of San Fran.
I had never been to a wax museum before so although dear hubby didn't want to go, he appeased me by taking us. It was kinda cool. Some of the wax people didn't look like who they were supposed to but some of them really did and even looked a little real. I think Julia Roberts looked the most real to me. Angelina and Brad looked bad.
While we were there there was this chair at one point that you could sit in with a sign that said something like, "sit in the chair and get a little shock". There was a mirror in front of it that you look in so I thought it would be something that lit up in the mirror and tried to scare you so I was ready to...not be suprised. Well, it wasn't just that something lit up in the mirror, it was a fast blast of air that hit me in the head on the back of the chair. Dave just happen to take a picture of me right as it blasted me with air and scared me so bad a screamed. Great catch, honey.
Well, I am afraid that if I put too much in one post the pics will not all show so I have made two seperate entrees for our trip to San Fran.