Last Thursday I went with my roommate and her family to Salt Lake to listen to the Mormon Tabernacle Choir’s Christmas Concert. I must admit when she first asked if I wanted to go, I inwardly groaned because one I am not a fan of the choir and two I’m not a fan of hanging out with her family. But I said yes that I would like to go and secretly dreaded it for two weeks. So Thursday night I got ready and we waited for her parents to show up. Because of some arrangements dealing with one of her sisters, they were an hour late in coming and I thought my roommate was going to blow a gasket. We finally left but of course we were in bumper to bumper traffic on the interstate and didn’t make it to Salt Lake until a after seven. Our tickets were at will call and we had until 7:30 to pick them up or they would be given away and it was clear that at 7:20 we were not going to make it. We were still about a block away from the Conference Center and were about to sit through our third light not moving. So one of my roommate’s sisters jumped out of the car and ran to the center to get the tickets. About 10 min. later we still had not moved so my roommate, her mom, and I jumped out and ran to the center and to my surprise her sister had the tickets and we just had to make our way in. Well there was no assigned seating so we ended up being scattered with the unorganized plan of meeting each other in the back among the throng of people trying to leave at the same time. By the way, her sister and dad never made it into the Conference Center but instead had to watch in the Tabernacle across the street.
The program starts and I’m thinking to myself, “You can get through this it’s only an hour and half of your life.” To my great surprise I had a blast!! The guest performers were a group called The Kingston Singers. According to the program they’re from England, have been performing for 40 years, and apparently are awsome. And they were! Although reading that they had been performing for 40 years I assumed it meant these particular individuals and they would therefore be old. But they must operate somewhat like the group Menudo because only one or two looked like they could have maybe been in the group that long (but doubtful) and one of the singers looked my age so at some point they must have to quit and make room for someone else.
The whole program was beautiful and The Kingston Singers were pretty funny. It’s hard to say what my favorite song was but Riu, Riu, Chiu, O Holy Night, Little Drummer Boy, and 12 Days of Christmas would be among them. What made 12 Days of Christmas so fun was that they had dancers come out dressed up in costumes to match each day. Fabulous, absolutely fabulous!
When the concert ended I was able to find my roommate quite quickly and we reunited with her dad and sister quickly as well. And then her dad forgot where he parked the car. Literally forgot. We wandered for at least a city block completely lost with no idea where it could be. And it was FREEZING outside. We did however find a Carl’s Jr. and while her dad and sister continued to walk around aimlessly in search for the car, the rest of us went in to eat and get warm. Eventually the car was found and we were on our way back home. Despite the rocky start and finish of the night, the concert was amazing and outweighed the rest of the evening!