best (and worst) hotels

I’ve stayed in seventeen hotels since July. I love staying in hotels (they do my linen laundry, take out my trash, and sometimes even fold my clothes), but inevitably some are good, some are phenomenal, and some are bad. Most of the ones I’ve stayed in have been pretty nice places, but I’ve narrowed it down to my top three (okay maybe five with honorable mentions) favorite hotels, and I’ll mention my least favorite too.

But first, the faves!

3. Holiday Inn Express – Los Alamos, NM – I loved this hotel because it was spittin’ distance from an awesome co-op! I told an employee that it was my favorite hotel ever because of the proximity to the co-op, so this had to make the list. It was a nice hotel too, it seemed new and the staff was friendly and helpful, but location is everything. I ate so much while I was here, and I hope we get to go back!

2. Stowe Mountain Lodge – Stowe, VT – This was one of the first places I stayed when I started my new job, and I was blown away. I’ve never been anywhere like this, and I loved every second of it. The first thing that caught my eye was their swimming pool; I was so excited to see that they had two lanes where you could swim laps! I went ahead and used the lanes, even though the water was too hot for ideal lap swimming, but it was fun nonetheless. I had a day off here, and I took full advantage of many activities located in and around the resort. I rode an alpine slide (whee!), then the Gondola SkyRide, and I had lunch (and a few beers) at the top of the mountain. I spent the rest of my afternoon laying out by the pool and swimming, and then got to take in a concert at the adjacent Performing Arts Center. I loved it here!

1. Chancery Court Hotel – London – This is my favorite hotel because it was the most beautiful building I’ve ever slept in, and the customer service was outstanding. It was also convenient to all sorts of fun stuff in London, which was nice since I didn’t figure out London’s public transport system, and I couldn’t afford cabs when I was by myself. On our first night there I grabbed my ice bucket and set out to find the ice machine. Not finding one, I returned to my room and called the front desk and asked where I could get some ice. They responded that someone would be right up with a bucket of ice and was there anything else I needed to make my stay more enjoyable. Um. I thought about asking for an insulated travel mug since I had forgotten mine, but decided not to, and eagerly awaited my hand-delivered ice. As soon as I hung up, I freaked out a bit, wondering if I had just ordered a $15 bucket of ice, but this wasn’t the Park Central (they charged us to have silverware brought to our room, absurd!) and there was no charge for the ice. And yes, I had a bucket delivered every night… I didn’t want to get dehydrated! As an added note, the coffee maker in my room was exquisite, and they lady who cleaned my room figured out which kind was my favorite and always left me extra.

Honorable mentions go to:

Park Central – New York City – This was a nice hotel, but I mostly loved the location, which was in the heart of Midtown Manhattan. So, based on location alone, this one gets a shout out.

Condado Plaza – San Juan, Puerto Rico – Two words: ocean view! This place also had a beautiful pool and a decent beach, so this had to be mentioned.

And now, on the worst. There really is only one bad one, so I’ll list that one and then two dishonorable mentions. Without further ado, the worst hotel I stayed in over the last six months was…

The “Quality” Inn – Ridgeland, MS – My first room smelled so terrible I had to switch rooms. The employees must not have made note of this, because later that evening someone else was given my room, and I was changing out of my dress when I heard my door handle jiggling and then it OPENED. The door of my hotel room, which, by the way, opened directly to the outdoors, was opening and someone was coming in. My first thought was that my boss was messing with me, but they don’t have keys to my room, and even if they did, they wouldn’t just barge in. Half naked and terrified, my instincts took over and I ran to the door and slammed it shut as hard as I could, securing all available locks as I did. I could hear a bunch of guys laughing and hollering outside, but I was too scared to look out the peephole, so I finished changing and then called my boss for an escort to their room, where I was headed to heat up my dinner. Before my boss arrived, the front desk called me and asked who I was and why I was in that room. I was incredulous, but explained what I was doing there, and left it at that. I slept horribly that night, I was so scared someone would try to come into my room again. I usually always have the extra locks engaged on the door, but I hadn’t bothered this time because I was just changing and leaving. I certainly learned my lesson, and now whenever I’m in my room, the doors are as locked as they can be. This place also seemed very dirty. I was glad to get out of there, I’m thankful it was only one night!

There’s a tie for dishonorable mention, so I’ll just go in chronological order.

Freizeit In – Gottingen, Germany – Although I had a lot of trouble initially entering my room and was too embarrassed to go ask for help (it took me a good ten minutes… I blame jet lag), my only issue with this place was that they didn’t have any ice! In hindsight, I could have and should have ordered a bucket from room service, but it was my first time in a country where I didn’t speak the language so I was trying to limit my interaction with the locals, and I was fairly new to my job and didn’t know if that would be frowned upon or not (my ice obsession is now out in the open, they now know how vital it is to me), so I just drank lukewarm water while I was in Germany and nearly died of dehydration (okay, not really, but I was thirsty pretty much the entire trip). When I was finally reunited with my sweet, cold ice again in an airport lounge in Frankfurt, I drank so much that I got a stomach ache, but it was soooooo delicious and so worth it.

Residence Inn – Phoenix, AZ – The facilities here were lovely. I had my own little kitchen, complete with oven, microwave, coffee pot, dishwasher, and a nearly full size refrigerator. When we arrived in Phoenix and I was thirsty. So, so thirsty. The first thing I noticed when we checked in was that there was no ice bucket. What the…?! We are in the middle of the desert, how do they expect people to stay hydrated? No matter, I thought. They must have our fridges fully stocked with ice for us to enjoy as soon as we arrive. Wrong. There was indeed an ice maker in the provided freezer, but do you think there was ice in it? Of course there wasn’t. In fact, it wasn’t even turned on. So I turned it on and while I waited for the ice to freeze I frantically texted my boss to see if their room had any ice. Nope. So I stood near the fridge, watching and waiting, and making myself sit down so I wouldn’t impede the ice-making process with my constant door opening, and then when it was time, I went to the freezer and “birthed” those seven ice cubes by hand. Because it would’ve taken too long for the machine to pop them out by itself, obviously. So I delivered the ice (feeling like a midwife all the while), did a happy dance, and FINALLY got my ice water. You better believe that thing was cranking out cubes for the rest of our stay.

It says a lot when the only thing I can find to complain about is the presence of available ice, meaning, I stayed at a lot of very nice places and I don’t take that for granted. I just like my ice!

Stay tuned for my favorite trip!

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I haven’t written for a hot minute, but I decided to do a short recap of the last six months in my life, and maybe/hopefully continue to write about the places I visit, perhaps even in a timely fashion.

So, I’ve been traveling! I’ve been to twelve states, one territory, and three countries, stayed in seventeen hotels and one house in the mountains, flown at least 35,000 miles, and driven at least 1000 miles. It’s been crazy and the last six months have flown by.

Here is a list of where I’ve been since July:

Ottawa, Ontario

Stowe, Vermont

Montpelier, Vermont

Olathe, Kansas

Banner Elk, North Carolina

Gottingen, Germany

Phoenix, Arizona

Los Alamos, New Mexico

Boise, Idaho

Jackson, Mississippi

New York, New York

Cleveland, Ohio

Grand Rapids, Michigan

San Juan, Puerto Rico

Macomb, Illinois

London, England

Portland, Maine

I’ll be back soon with my best and worst hotels, my favorite restaurants, and my favorite overall trips. I am going to try my darnedest to keep up with this thing, I really want to remember details of all the places I’m going. I don’t travel for work again until January, and I’m excited to have a little break, but also excited for the new year to begin because we will be going to some awesome places, including Colombia and France!

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Every Waking Hour: The Pictures

Since I am doing the Every Waking Hour Project again today, I thought I ought to post the photos from the first one I did on June 25. It was one of my last days of work, and now I’m in one of my first weeks of my new job, so the contrast will be interesting. Thanks again to Savanna at Savvy and Sweet for this awesome idea!

Here is my Monday, June 25, in pictures:

7:00 am: shower time

I like to shower with the window open, but if I opened the bottom portion of the window, everyone would be able to see me. So I opt to crack open the top part, where only people on the roof could see me.




8:00 am: driving to work, running a tiny bit late

This is about two minutes away from work. I hate being late, but it happens!





9:00 am: at the park






10:00 am: leaving the park

Someone had to pee.






11:00 am: snuggling with baby A

I am not sure what he’s chomping on.





12:00 pm: break time on the deck

I have no idea why I chose to take a photo of my foot! Maybe I subconsciously knew I’d soon be breaking it, so I’d have something to compare it to. Who knows.




1:00 pm: trying to look for movers

It did not go well.






2:00 pm: baby is awake from his nap

It was his first day sharing a room with his brother, so he didn’t take quite the nap he usually does.





3:00 pm: the girl ask me to untangle their kites

I thought this would pass the time until O woke up.




4:00 pm: it was harder than I thought it would be







5:00 pm: as close as I got to getting them untangled

I left it like this. I wonder if the new nanny or the parents ever did get them untangled.






6:00 pm: good byes

I can always tell how much I’m loved when it’s time for me to go. So many hugs and “don’t go”s.





7:00 pm: home sweet tiny home

Aww, my little apartment. Still unoccupied, and up for rent!





8:00 pm: yoga time

Rockwell brown line station. I love hearing and feeling the train roar by when I’m in class. It’s calming to me, somehow.





9:00 pm: (actually taken at 9:30) post-yoga

There’s the least flexible man in the world.





10:00 pm: visiting Sara

I love her candles!






11:00 pm: trashy reality tv

RHONY, Sonja.






And finally, midnight: driving home up Ashland






That was fun! Now, I’m doing it again! If you want to see today’s pics as they happen, follow me on instagram (seedyell) or twitter.

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Every Waking Hour Project

Savanna over at Savvy & Sweet came up with a great idea. She calls it the “Every Waking Hour Project,” and I think it’s brilliant. You can read all about it here, but the idea is pretty simple. You take a photo every hour, on the hour, that you’re awake in a day. I really wanted to do it as soon as I read about it, and I tried a few times, but I’d always forget about it until I had been up and about for several hours. So this weekend I decided to set alarms for every hour on Monday, and I actually did/am doing it! I wanted to make sure I did it this week, since it’s my last week of work. I had grand plans to go to Millennium Park this morning, but those fell through, so it’s been an unremarkable day, but it was a perfect way to document a very average day in my life. I will post all the pics tomorrow (hopefully), and will plan on doing this again sometime. If you follow me on Instagram (seedyell), you can check out my progress so far. Like I said, it’s nothing too exciting, but I love it. Thank you for the great idea, Savanna!

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I know I was supposed to get back into the swing of writing posts, but I have admittedly been neglecting my poor, old (one year!) blog. And I hate to only write about musicals I see, but I can’t help myself! I saw CATS on Tuesday and I just have to sing it’s praises for a few paragraphs.

I found an awesome deal from travelzoo and got a 3rd row seat on opening night. I found out later I was in the “premium seating” section, so I saved about $100 off my ticket price. Can’t beat that.

I didn’t know what to expect from the show, other than people in spandex acting like cats. Turns out, that’s exactly what it was. I’ll admit that I was confused as to where the story was going (or what the story even was) during the first act, but it didn’t matter. The costumes and make up and acting and songs were SO GOOD that I didn’t need to know exactly what a Jellicle cat was. I still don’t really know what that means, but like I said, that doesn’t matter.

So, the characters are all cats, of course, and I thought the actors did a phenomenal job of getting and staying in cat mode. I loved paying attention to the cats in the background while action was happening up front. They would just be doing cat things–fighting, falling asleep, cleaning themselves, yawning, etc.–while most eyes were on the featured cats singing down-stage, and I was just tickled by that. And there was such attention to detail, the way they all stretched and hissed, it was like watching the world’s best cat video live, in person.

The songs were catchy and fun, and most were very familiar to me. I think we had the record growing up, and in middle or high school, we played a CATS medley in band, and it turns out I’ve had one of the songs (“Skimbleshanks: The Railway Cat”) repeatedly stuck in my head since then. Now I know how it really goes! The best musical moment though, in my opinion, was during “Memory.” I think everyone knows that song, and it is beautiful, but when Grizabella, portrayed by Melissa Grohowski, hit that big note (just audio, but go to 4:30 if you want to hear it) at the end, it was… well, I’ve never experienced anything like it before. It was like you could feel the sound. And see it. And roll it around in your hand and smell it and taste it and take it home with you. That probably doesn’t make sense, but I know what I felt (instant full body goosebumps is the easiest way to describe it). The music touched every cell in my body and resonated through my bones. I couldn’t believe what I had just heard, I’m pretty sure my jaw dropped and my eyes popped, and I almost cried. And Ms. Grohowski made it look as easy as breathing. Unbelievable, otherwordly talent. It was the most incredible thing I’ve ever witnessed, and the well-deserved round of applause after the song went on forEVER.

I left the show smiling and laughing, but I didn’t think it had gotten under my skin as much as it had. I eyeballed the souvenir t-shirts on my way out, longing for an extra large of this one:

to use as a nightshirt when my Joseph shirt is dirty, but it was late and the line was long, so I just peaced out. On the way to the car, I found myself humming some of the songs I had just heard, and as soon as I was seated in the car I made a CATS station on Pandora. That wasn’t enough though, I had to buy some of my favorite tunes on iTunes the next day, but that STILL wasn’t enough. I decided that, since the travelzoo deal was still on, I would go again this weekend. It seriously burrowed into my brain and now I can’t get it out! For the next show (which will be their last in Chicago, it’s cute how I’m seeing the first and last) I’m trying to learn as many of the characters names as I can, not because it’s necessary to enjoy the show, but for me, it is necessary to enjoy the show (I am obsessed with knowing everyone and everything’s name). I also want to be hit by that wall of “Memory” sound again, and this time, I selected an aisle seat so I can get a good view of the cats when the lurk through the audience. And get that fancy tee.

Another reason I loved this show is that I felt like I was transported to the 1980s. And that’s usually not a bad thing. I hope the second time around is as good as the first, which I award an A+. If you like cats or musical theatre, I would highly recommend seeing this show.

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Catching Up

I don’t know what I’ve been so “busy” doing lately, but I’ve been meaning to write about what I’ve seen since Donny & Marie. I know no one cares, but I want to remember what I saw and my impressions of each show, so I’m going to do a little recap here. In my mind I can’t write anything else until I finish my show comments, so here it goes. I was tagged by Melissa for a fun 11 things post, and I’ve been working on that, but like I said, for some reason (probably laziness/just making excuses to myself) I HAVE to get these shows off my chest! So, here goes nothing:

La Cage Aux Folles – I wasn’t going to see this but scored a pretty sweet deal on a ticket, so I was happy to check it out. It was my first time at the Bank of America theatre, and I was not a fan of the venue. It’s tiny, and almost every seat is obstructed in some way. I was in the first row of a balcony, so I could see, but it just felt cramped in there. Anyway, this show starred George Hamilton (that really tan old guy from… I don’t know what he’s from) and Christopher Sieber (the dad from the Mary Kate and Ashley show “Two of a Kind”), and is very much like the movie The Birdcage. The first act kind of dragged by (get it? “Drag”ged by hahaha), but in the final scene before intermission Mr. Sieber brought down the house with his stirring rendition of “I Am What I Am.” During intermission I overheard a lady saying she thought the show was “R rated” and how she was glad she didn’t bring her teenagers with her. I wanted to turn around and tell her that I thought the message (summed up in the line “Life’s not worth a damn ’til you can say, “Hey world, I am what I am!”) would be great for a teen, or anyone, to hear. Too bad she wasn’t able to see past the cross-dressing. I, for one, walked away with the notion to more fully embrace and love myself, flaws and all. I think everyone can use a little more self-love and acceptance, and I thought this story did a great job of portraying that message. If I had to give it a grade, it’d get a B+.

The Addams Family – I saw this on New Year’s Day (again, nabbed a great deal, $20.12 tickets in honor of the new year), and it was the smallest audience I’ve ever seen at one of these shows. It was so small, in fact, that in the balcony, they weren’t seating according to your ticket, you just told them how many people were in your party and they pointed you toward a section of seats. They basically upgraded everyone, which was awesome. However, I was so embarrassed to say that I was alone, a party of one, because I appeared to be the only lone bird. But, it worked out, because I got a great seat (for the balcony anyway, front row of the loge) and then stopped caring that I was alone. So, the show. It was great! I didn’t know what to expect, and I was pleasantly surprised to find it comedic and cleverly written. It’s similar to the old tv show and movies, but they gave it a modern twist (Wednesday has a normal boyfriend that she’s invited to dinner, and she implores her family to act normal for just one night). I loved the character development, the actors were impeccable (including a child–Pugsley–who was amazing; I didn’t think kids on tours could act based on my Mary Poppins experience), and it was hilarious. I give this show an A! I would definitely see it again.

Mamma Mia – I already wrote about this abomination here. I’m not saying anything else, except giving it a well-deserved F.

A Chorus Line – After being wowed by the Paramount Theatre‘s production of Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat in November, I was excited to check out their next Broadway endeavor, and I wasn’t disappointed. A Chorus Line gives us a taste of what it’s like to be an actor, particularly a Broadway actor auditioning for a coveted spot in the chorus line of a Broadway show. We meet nineteen hopefuls and watch as they’re put through the paces by director Zach, who, for much of the show, is a disembodied voice. He asks them tough questions, not what you’d expect at an audition (like I know or something), and they answer in song and dance because, well, it is a musical, after all. In the end, we learn who makes the cut, and then, for curtain call/the finale, the performers don identical gold tuxedo-y costumes to illustrate how they are essentially one (“One” is the name of the song) anonymous blob of ensemble. That is, actually, how I view the ensemble in most shows, not that I discount their talent or value in any way, but they really are interchangeable as far as the audience is concerned, and it was interesting to see the perspective of these “anonymous” performers.  The hour-long drive to Aurora was worth it (tickets are a bargain out there too!), but this wasn’t my favorite show ever. The set was really cool, featuring moveable mirrors and such, and the acting, singing, and dancing were swell, but the story didn’t pack as big a punch as I was expecting. I give it a B.

South Pacific – The first time I saw this show was at the Calumet Theatre when I was younger, and I remember thoroughly enjoying it, so I was happy to check it out as this tour passed through town. I LOVED this show, it was captivating. South Pacific takes place during World War II in, you guessed it, the South Pacific. It’s a love story between French ex-pat Emile and Navy nurse Nellie Forbush, of Little Rock, Arkansas. An odd couple, especially considering the fact that Emile has two mixed-race children from a previous marriage to a Polynesian woman. Back in the day, it was a bigger deal than it is now, obviously. I loved the costumes (old timey and fantastic), sets (working showers during “I’m Gonna Wash That Man Right Outta My Hair” was one highlight), props (surprisingly realistic cigarettes, none of that e-cig nonsense for these guys), actors (the role of Nellie had just been taken over by the former understudy, and she was phenomenal), and singing (the man who played Emile was a fancy opera singer). (Enough parentheses for you?) I would love to see it again. I give it an A.

Then, I went to New York where I saw Wicked, Anything Goes, and Wit. I will write a separate entry (probably in six months or so) about those shows.

Bring it On – The day after I got back from New York I went down for opening night of Bring it On, which was inspired by the movie of the same name. I was very tired after my whirlwind trip, and was worried I may not be able to stay awake. I did not have to worry, however, because this show is so high energy and fast-moving. The cheer sequences were literally breathtaking, the girls were thrown so high into the air I couldn’t believe it. I don’t know how many times I audibly gasped. The story was cute and easy to follow, and while I didn’t think the lead actress was as strong as she could’ve been, the supporting cast and ensemble more than made up for her. It was a fun show, and I would definitely see it again. I give it an A-.

And finally,

Riverdance – I’ve wanted to see this since the late 90s, and since this is allegedly the final North American tour, I was first in line to secure my ticket! Just kidding, I actually bought it on a whim when it was featured as one of Broadway in Chicago’s $25 on the 25th deals. I was like, ehh, why not? I was nerdily excited, and right away I was pleased with what I saw. The dancing is just what you’d imagine, so precise and impressive, and I loved every second of that. However, I wasn’t aware that show was basically half dance and half music, and the music part, to me, at least, was so boring. I fell asleep during the first musical interlude, a man was playing some sort of pipe thing and it just sounded like a lullaby, I couldn’t help it! I came to dread the robes (when performers came out in robes, it meant we were getting a song), and though the musicians were very talented, I didn’t come to see them. All in all, I enjoyed the show, but I would have preferred to see more dancing. I don’t know that I would see Riverdance again, I think I’m good with one show, unless they cut 90% of the music things. But I would have no way of knowing that until I got to the show, so no, I probably wouldn’t risk it. I give it a C.

Whew! There, I did it. Maybe now I can get on with my blog life. But then again, maybe not!

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A Christmas review that is not untimely in any way

A year two months going on three months ago, I saw “Donny & Marie: Christmas in Chicago” at the Oriental Theatre. I went with my BFF pal, and we had quite the night!

Christmas music is not my favorite, but luckily they mixed some non-holiday tunes into their repertoire. Out of the Christmas songs, my favorite was their Motown mix, which included “Little Drummer Boy.”  In spite of myself, I still love that song (prum prum prumprumprum).

After a few Christmas songs together, Marie took the stage solo. She work a slinky green dress with a removable skirt that boasted a sparkly rose, which was removed after she sang “Paper Rose” (the skirt, not her entire dress!). Marie had wonderful interactions with the audience, but she acknowledged the fact that most of us were there to see Donny. Which, not gonna lie, I was. She finished up her set with a beautiful song that I don’t know the name of, but she dedicated it to the angels in our lives, and was very emotional in talking about her recently deceased son. Her set was lovely, but I was excited for it to be Donny’s turn alone.

Donny was so cute as he accepted our applause, and started with his old hit “Puppy Love.” He did some other older songs I was not familiar with, and then. THEN! he busted a move with four guys who had to be half his age. Brother can cut a rug like it’s no one’s business!

My absolute favorite number, however, was their Broadway medley. Donny seriously worked his magic on me, and left me a shaking, crying mess. It started with songs from The King and I and Beauty and the Beast, which were nice, but I was like, ehh, whatever (what I was really think was, “pleasedoJosephpleasedoJosephpleasedoJoseph…”), then Marie did selections from The Sound of Music, which was most definitely not “ehh, whatever.” Her renditions of the well-known songs were beautiful. One of my grandma’s favorite songs was “Climb Ev’ry Mountain,” and when she started it, I thought, “I hope you are hearing this, grandma,” because Marie nailed it.

I was wiping away tears when Donny sauntered out and took a seat on the on-stage stairs as the first solemn chords “Close Every Door” were played. The audience replied to this with a thunderous, approving round of applause; it was quite apparent that we were all there to see him sing Joseph–I think I threw out my wrist from clapping so hard. Then the magic happened. My heart is racing right now just thinking about it! To say it was beautiful and gut-wrenching and one of the defining moments of my life is an understatement (maybe the defining moment of life is not exactly accurate, but at the time, that’s what it felt like!). He performed a truncated version of the song, which was my only complaint, but other than that I could not have asked for more. Except for more Joseph songs, of course. But I was satisfied with my one song, that’s all I had hoped for going into the show, and I got it!

As he finished the song, I was thinking it couldn’t possibly get any better. But I was blown away by what happened next. What should appear on the stage but an image of the familiar Wicked window card?!  To which I responded, whilst rocking back and forth in my seat like a maniac, “Noooo, no way, no no no, they’re not really going to–are they? OMG NO WAY!” This is when they busted into “For Good,” which, if it’s not the best song in Wicked, it’s definitely the most emotional, and Donny was doing the part of my girl Elphaba! Too good to be true, but it was real. I even pinched myself to make sure. I was near about sobbing by the time they finished, and as the show went into intermission, I was officially smitten with the pair.

The second act was nothing to write home about, in my opinion, because nothing could have topped that Broadway bit. They played “Donny and Marie Show,” which was cute, but I’m wholly unfamiliar with the original show, so this didn’t capture my attention like the other things.

Overall, I was very happy with the show they put on, and I’d definitely see them again if I had the chance. Marie was as cute as can be, and I was so proud of her for getting up there and putting on a brave face in light of what recently happened with her son. If she can fake having Christmas spirit, I have no excuses! Never mind that she gets paid thousands of dollars to do so, but, because of her, I was inspired to be a little more cheerful. Donny, oh Donny, what can I say? He was simply adorable. You can tell he’s a genuinely clean-cut guy, whereas Marie seems to hint at having a bit of a wild side, you can tell he’s entirely wholesome, which I found delightfully endearing. His audience interaction was on par with Marie’s, venturing out into the aisles a few times, once coming within five or so feet of us! I swear he made eye contact and waved at us, and whether that’s true or not, it’s what I believe. It is apparent that the Osmonds are highly trained professionals who take their job of entertaining the crowd seriously. The entire performance was polished, well-planned, and expertly executed. Check them out if you get the chance!

(I have no idea why I didn’t publish this sooner, I had it all written except for the last paragraph, oops)

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