A Blast from the Past

All my life I heard people referencing experiences as a "blast". Such and such was "such a blast" or "I had a blast at.." (fill in the blank). Now, I have had lots of fun doing one thing or another but really never came up with anything that I would have defined as a blast. You know, I felt a little cheated. Until The Husby and I went to see Mamma Mia onstage in London at the Prince Edward Theatre. I had never been a huge fan of ABBA back in the day, but I certainly didn't hate them. I was very skeptical about how their music was going to be applied to a musical. But we went and seriously, I do not know how we kept from crashing down the balcony. Everyone, I mean everyone was on their feet clapping, singing along, whistling and cheering. It was the highlight of my entire trip to London. I mean it.

Awhile back my neighbor and I were talking over the fence ( can you believe you can still have neighbors that do that?) and we were comparing notes about seeing Mamma Mia in London. She and her husband had also seen it there. We were both pretty sure that the movie just could not live up to that experience. Oh, we were SO wrong. The Husby and I went a couple of days ago and aside from getting a little misty-eyed because we miss Greece so much, we had a BLAST!