This morning, my family and I got up bright and early and after breakfast, we all went to play miniature golf. We split up into two groups of five people each, and then a third group of latecomers came along later on. I was in a group with my dad, Luke, Amy, and Nawnie (my grandma).
I am very proud to say that I made my first (and probably my only) hole in one today. I am not so proud to say that I lost the game to my 76 year old grandmother.
These are strange times.
Even stranger, my 69 year old grandfather got second place overall in our other group. Apparently, old people are whizzes at miniature golf. I don't know how they do it. I can only wish that I could have their putt-putt skills.
After our journey through the miniature golf course, we went to an outlet mall and shopped for a while, and then we arrived at an older theater that resided along the Branson strip. We were there to see Tony Roi, the Elvis Experience. After we sat down and got comfortable, the curtains opened, the stage lights flashed in a multitude of colors, and the King stepped out in full Elvis attire.
Throughout the show he would motion for various women to come up to the stage. There, he would wipe off his sweat with a scarf, wrap the scarf around their necks, and kiss them rather passionately... and considering the age of some of the women he kissed, I'm not sure that this was such a pleasant thing for him to endure.
During intermission, "Elvis" stood onstage and allowed his fans to come up and take a picture with him. When I walked up there, he looked at me, took my hand, and said, "Wow... oh, wow, honey. You have a beautiful soul. A beautiful, beautiful soul."
"Thank you," I replied in bewilderment, wondering why on earth he would say something like that. I answered a couple of questions, telling him my name and where I was from, and then he told me again that I had a beautiful soul, and still holding my hand in his, he puckered his lips and began to lean closer... closer...
Mortified, (he is quite a few years older than me, after all) I turned my head so that his lips brushed my cheek instead of my mouth. He took it all in stride, we posed for a photo, and then I scrambled off the stage. My family was cracking up from their seats.
I can imagine the story that could have been... "My very first kiss was from a 40-something year old Elvis impersonator." Lovely.
After this, we went to a wax museum. I haven't visited one of those since I was in London, and so I had a blast posing for pictures with all of my heroes. Just about anyone you could imagine was in this museum: Elvis, Marilyn Monroe, Men in Black, Spiderman, Leonardo DiCaprio, Pirates of the Caribbean, etc. etc. There was even a scary section that hosted various mummies, serial killers, skeletons, vampires, and zombies.
After the end of the wax museum was a maze of mirrors. We raced through the maze, laughing and running into the slick glass. At one point, I was separated from my family. As I gazed around me in sudden despair, I felt completely alone, even though I heard the screams of my family echoing all around me. I thought I would never get out! After maybe five minutes, I found them again and relief surged through every part of my being. We finally found the exit, and then spent another five minutes laughing at our reflections in the goofy fun house mirrors before leaving the building.
Oh, yes. Before I end this long journal-like entry about my day in Branson, I must tell you about something else that happened to me. Actually, I don't think words can describe my feelings about what happened. I'll show you a picture instead.
Yes, we finally were married. I can now die in peace.
I am very proud to say that I made my first (and probably my only) hole in one today. I am not so proud to say that I lost the game to my 76 year old grandmother.
These are strange times.
Even stranger, my 69 year old grandfather got second place overall in our other group. Apparently, old people are whizzes at miniature golf. I don't know how they do it. I can only wish that I could have their putt-putt skills.
After our journey through the miniature golf course, we went to an outlet mall and shopped for a while, and then we arrived at an older theater that resided along the Branson strip. We were there to see Tony Roi, the Elvis Experience. After we sat down and got comfortable, the curtains opened, the stage lights flashed in a multitude of colors, and the King stepped out in full Elvis attire.
Throughout the show he would motion for various women to come up to the stage. There, he would wipe off his sweat with a scarf, wrap the scarf around their necks, and kiss them rather passionately... and considering the age of some of the women he kissed, I'm not sure that this was such a pleasant thing for him to endure.
During intermission, "Elvis" stood onstage and allowed his fans to come up and take a picture with him. When I walked up there, he looked at me, took my hand, and said, "Wow... oh, wow, honey. You have a beautiful soul. A beautiful, beautiful soul."
"Thank you," I replied in bewilderment, wondering why on earth he would say something like that. I answered a couple of questions, telling him my name and where I was from, and then he told me again that I had a beautiful soul, and still holding my hand in his, he puckered his lips and began to lean closer... closer...
Mortified, (he is quite a few years older than me, after all) I turned my head so that his lips brushed my cheek instead of my mouth. He took it all in stride, we posed for a photo, and then I scrambled off the stage. My family was cracking up from their seats.
I can imagine the story that could have been... "My very first kiss was from a 40-something year old Elvis impersonator." Lovely.
After this, we went to a wax museum. I haven't visited one of those since I was in London, and so I had a blast posing for pictures with all of my heroes. Just about anyone you could imagine was in this museum: Elvis, Marilyn Monroe, Men in Black, Spiderman, Leonardo DiCaprio, Pirates of the Caribbean, etc. etc. There was even a scary section that hosted various mummies, serial killers, skeletons, vampires, and zombies.
After the end of the wax museum was a maze of mirrors. We raced through the maze, laughing and running into the slick glass. At one point, I was separated from my family. As I gazed around me in sudden despair, I felt completely alone, even though I heard the screams of my family echoing all around me. I thought I would never get out! After maybe five minutes, I found them again and relief surged through every part of my being. We finally found the exit, and then spent another five minutes laughing at our reflections in the goofy fun house mirrors before leaving the building.
Oh, yes. Before I end this long journal-like entry about my day in Branson, I must tell you about something else that happened to me. Actually, I don't think words can describe my feelings about what happened. I'll show you a picture instead.
Yes, we finally were married. I can now die in peace.
simon cowell is in the house! you got it boy
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