Yoo 320 - A Disney Princess Date

The title drew you in, didn't it?

I don't blame you.

This is kind of embarrassing. Degrading, you might say, for the Greglyman.

And even I will admit that I could possibly be on the side of "owing him" for this one. (though i will try to argue that he's still paying me back for taking me to "legend of the guardians: the owls of ga'hool"...).

Cutting right to the cheese here:

Our Wednesday night date last week.

I bought the tickets almost a month ago on a whim. A pure, I wanted to be a figure skater after watching Tara Lipinski in the 1998 Winter Olympics and am still mesmerized by the sport, whim. You didn't know I'm in love with figure skating?

Probably because I never tell anybody.

Between the skimpy, glittery costumes and the small bodies poised so gracefully on the ice, I knew it wasn't really the sport for me. But oh how I imagined it was! I imagined I could glide out onto that ice, dress sparkling in the spotlights, cameras zoomed in on my thoughtful expression. The music would start and I'd flow left and right, placing my fingers just so and rhythmically moving my blades. Jumps? All triples, of course. With one quadruple lutz thrown in at the end, just to seal the deal.

Female figure skaters can't quadruple?

I could. In those daydreams.

The music would roar to a close and I'd fly into a hypnotizing spin just before jamming my toe pick into the ice and throwing my arms up in a victorious celebration. The media would snap pictures of my mile-wide smile and I'd be America's new sweetheart bringing home the gold.

That's about when I'd remember that I was growing up in the middle of Nebraska, nowhere near a skating rink, and I was about 10 years too old to start training. Not to mention the financial aspect.

But that didn't stop me from fantasizing about being an ice princess every fourth winter and a gymnastics champion every fourth summer. Kind of a long-shot from where I am now, running for hours on dirt and rocks while finishing unceremoniously in the middle of the pack covered in blood, sweat, and tears.

I mean, my life is way cooler this way.

But I digress.

(please notice all the little girls dressed in their princess gowns...and how every adult is accompanied by a little girl...then imagine how we stuck out like a sore thumb because we weren't with a small child)

Let me expound on this date. I started to feel stupid upon exiting my car and walking into the Alamodome. The Gregman cycled thru the following phrases: "Oh you're going to owe me for this.", "You already owe me for this.", "This is so much worse than the Owls of Ga'Hool.", "Can we leave now?", and "I hate you." (said in only the most loving of voices). I contemplated paying a family to let me borrow one of their small children so I wouldn't feel so stupid. And then I nixed that idea, grabbed my Gregmumblers hand, and led him confidently down to our seats, just rows from the ice.

All while pretending the hordes of princess families weren't judging us.

There were several more peeps from the Gregsection throughout the show but I settled in and let the familiar songs and characters sweep me away. The Tangled portion? Awesome!

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Maximus was my favorite character. So realistic! Plus, someone actually got to say they played the horse's rear. That needs no further explaining...

We spent most of the second half debating whether the skater who played Rapunzel did or didn't look like Kristen Bell (she did), the Gregman almost got castrated by a plastic sword (no i am not still laughing...hehe), and then we went for icecream (heads still held high).

You know the show "What Not To Wear"? (unrelated, i am a firm believer my wardrobe would take that show to new lows...). Well, if there was a show called "How Not To Date", I'm fairly confident taking your man to Disney on Ice: Dare to Dream would be part of the first episode.

That's all.

Have a great day :-)