Or, Holy Shit That Was Amazing And Also My Dad Is A Terrible Person.
So my dad called a week or so ago and said that he and his girlfriend were planning to go see Cavalia, and did I want to go, because he knows I never quite grew out of my horse-loving phase. I jumped at the chance, and yesterday met up with them for the Sunday matinee performance.
Holy. Fucking. Shit. It’s like fucking Cirque du Soleil BUT WITH HORSES ALSO. And oh my god those horses…And the dancers…people doing aerial stunt stuff, acrobatics, the vocalist and musicians…it was absolutely amazing. I was literally moved to tears at points, it was so gorgeous.
Dad sprung for the VIP tickets, so we had a lounge area with open bar (beer, wine, water, sodas) and appetizers/desserts before, after, and during intermission…and we got to walk through the stables after the performance. (After seeing the price on my ticket, I’m fairly sure this was my bday present. $250 per person. It’s nice to have well-off family sometimes.)
The “My dad is a terrible person” part came after, as we were driving back and looking for a restaurant in downtown San Jose to have dinner after the performance. [TW: ABLEISM] A car in front of us at a stoplight was doing some truly stupid trying-to-switch-lanes-to-turn maneuver, stuck sitting blocking two lanes, and I would have been equally frustrated and yelling at them if I’d been driving. I would not, however, have taken notice of the handicapped parking license plate and made a nasty comment about them being “mentally handicapped, maybe. But what do you expect?”
The ironic lolsob part is that his girlfriend has a disability hang-tag, from an old injury that has left her unable to walk long distances or for long periods of time, that they absolutely do use all the time. So, I’m sorry, what makes your disability tag okay but that person’s disability tag means you get to blame anything they do on it? [END TW]
Also as we were at a stop sign, the car in front of us was a Prius with an Obama/Biden 2012 sticker. His girlfriend said something about “it makes you just want to run up with a sharpie and scribble it out, doesn’t it?” A declaration of support for the other candidate in a presidential election inspires you to deface someone’s property? Really? Well done, you are a quality human being. And by quality, I mean you share many qualities with fecal matter. To which my dad replied, “I just leave these on their windshield if I see them while they’re parked”, gesturing to a small stack of notecards tucked in the visor with his handwriting on them. I was in the backseat so I couldn’t see it very clearly or in much detail, all I could make out was “Dear Voter” at the top. I’m sure it’s a screed about how Obama is destroying Amurrrikkka with his blackness and MUST BE STOPPED by Saint Mitt “Moneybags” Romney and our corporate overlords, or something.
Which is inspiring me to perhaps make up my own version and leave those for people with Romney or Republican stickers…
Have you considered that your party is run by racists and rich assholes who would love to turn us all into serfs worked mercilessly for their all-important profits, so they can buy another summer home in the Bahamas? If you like having rights, you should perhaps not vote for these fuckers. And if you continue to support them you are a willfully ignorant piece of shit.
Someone who enjoys having civil rights.”
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