All of the music was from Oscar nominated selections, including soundtracks from Star Wars, E.T., Indiana Jones, The Pink Panther, The Godfather, The Incredibles, and Dances with Wolves. I thought the best piece of the night was "Tale as Old as Time" from Beauty and the Beast.
I am so musically un-talented, but I'm completely fascinated.
We were going to hit up The Cheesecake Factory before, but had to go afterwards. After the last time I went to TCF, I said I was getting cheesecake if I got nothing else because isn't that the point. For all of my fluff and declaring, I brought it home and ate it today for lunch.
(That was after going over to Malakoff for Peyton's basketball game. Well, it was supposed to be two games, but our team forfeited before half because the officiating was horrible, the girls were getting beat up and it was turning ugly with technical fouls and mayhem.)
The best laughs of the night came in the parking garage afterwards.
Beforehand, I kept trying to give Rakia directions on how to get into the parking garage. I thought there was only one way in/out, at least only one way in anyway.
We needed to go with Rakia to her car to get something out of it. I
Rakia was on level 3, and I told her I was around on 5. We drove around a level and pass a white truck, then see the number 5. Odd, we go around to the next level, and there's no car. Hmmm. Did I completely just miss seeing my car? How did that happen.
We go through this process again. The same white truck. The same empty next level on the side closest to the elevators.
I knew what side I was parked on. Angie seemed to think we were parked in a different position after going around a corner. I thought the positioning was the same, but was so confused.
After another time around, we can see my car on the level below us. Another time around, and we pass the same white truck again. We do this over and over and over. We can see my car as we go around again. And again. And again.
At this point, Angie's declaring "Twilight Zone." As we go round and round, we watch a golf cart go round and round patrolling the garage. A different white truck seems to be doing the same routine a level above us. By now, I'm pretty sure we've been doing this for 15 minutes.
Finally, Rakia exited the entrance she came in, went halfway around the block to the entrance I drove in, went up to level 5 and finally dropped Angie and I off.
I now know that each entrance takes you to a whole different set of levels. If I have ever been in a garage that does that before, I never realized it. The narrow cut off turn thingies in the middle may let you cut from one to another, but I'm not sure.
This is yet another reason I hate parking garages. This garage may rank with the ones at DFW airport for the worst garage ever.