Friday, January 20, 2012

So I'm going through a blizard, because of ponies.

   Aye, I have embarked on a journey to...
Seattle. Washington, Seattle.
   Excuse me for a moment...
    Ewwwwww it smells like fish.
  And it's cold and wet and clammy. Like a... fish!
  There, much better.
   Anyways, why did I go on this great excursion, leaving my nice, warm home to trek through the worst blizzard in 3 decades?
Ponies. That's it, I tell you. Ponies.
   Well, ponies and acrobatics.
   Let me start from the beginning.
   My mother is a nurse. Who hasn't had a sick day/taken a vacation in the past what, 20 years? Well, she hasn't worked there 20 years, but you get the gist. Anyways, the hospital decided that, to reimburse her, they would pay for a vacation! Lucky for us, Cavalia was coming to Seattle- the closest area in the tour to our little 20 person town. For those who don't know, Cavalia is a horse acrobatic act, put on by the producers of Cirque Du Solei. We rented a video of part of it, and it was amazing. I even have a model horse of one of the (deceased) equine stars!
   So anyways, we booked our tickets, obviously. Without checking the weather report. Obviously. So when we get up to drive xxx amount of miles this morning, we see this out the window:
Loverly, no? 
   Thankfully, we are well accustomed to poor driving conditions and obscene amounts of snow, so we just tightened our snow-wet coats and gritted our frozen teeth under wind chapped lips as we lost feeling in our toes trying to scrape .9 inch thick ice off the windshield. 
   So after we made the journey, we finally arrived at the hotel (the Red Lion- this is the fanciest hotel that I have stayed in. Ever. Almost.), and got settled in, reveling having a heater that stays a normal temperature, where you don't have to decide between surface-of-an-asteroid-entering-the-atmosphere, or Valley Forge. We then headed out to dinner, and had a very interesting conversation, which included me thinking that my presidential candidate of choice not only had a Gruella horse, but also called him 'Mouse':
Me: "So Dad, do you like gruella's?"
Dad: "Eh?", cocking hand to ear
Me: "Do you like gruella horses?!", louder, though still restaurant appropriate
Dad: "Yeah. That's when they look like a mouse, right?"
Me: "Well that's one way of putting it."
Dad: "Newt had a gruella."
Me: "NEWT?!"
Dad: "Yeah. Called it 'Mouse'"
Me: "Newt has a horse?! I didn't know that! He rides? All that jazz about his ex-wives must have kept me from finding out..."
Dad: (not paying attention) "Yeah, he rode it to round up all that cattle..."
Me: "GINGRICH ROUNDS UP CATTLE?!"
Dad: "... Newt from Lonesome Dove."
Me: "..."
  Let me tell you, it was a let down.
  Anyways, after that we've just been back at the hotel, recovering from the drive and watching army movies, while gagging on chlorine-fortified water, yum! I did find a pony that I'm hoping to go look at, a 17 hand Warmblood. He probably won't work out, but I'm going to try to be optimistic;-)
-EQ and Spirit

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