Musings from Left Field

It was a nor­mal day. Kinda dull. Not hav­ing known bet­ter, I walked into Sea World expect­ing a cere­bral meet­ing of San Antonio’s  Social Media Club. Boy, am I naive!

I went a bit nuts at this event. I hope you under­stand. If you stare at com­puter screens all day like I do, you start to develop bor­ing neu­ro­trans­mit­ters deprived of all good feel­ing sero­tonin. In my defense, I did not drink a crazy amount of bev­er­ages. How­ever, I did par­take of the happy sero­tonin over­load. I couldn’t help myself.

Sea World San Antonio’s Sum­mer Nights starts tomor­row, and hav­ing a pre­view of the show makes me an expert on how much fun you can have there. A LOT. Based on my newly formed exper­tise, I can tell you that I don’t know a soul who would have han­dled that much fun over­load any dif­fer­ently. Well, maybe they wouldn’t try to start a mass upris­ing of hippy shak­ing the crowd back­sides, or encour­age high fives from per­form­ers or taunt them to make use of the splash zone, but they would think about it. Riiigghht?

When the video of my booty shakin’ gets posted, I’ll share. Why not?

( Video posted HERE cour­tesy of Ed Lozano)

“Cool Vibra­tions” was def­i­nitely sug­ges­tive of cool breezes, though not con­vinc­ing for our 100 degree heat. But I almost felt the seabreeze though– or maybe that was just the danc­ing. They’ve got a great set of dancers and wake­board­ers and water­skiers– what a blast of a sum­mer job! They get a tan and get to water­ski all day! I was pretty impressed with their energy. They held up under bru­tal heat and got my butt up and act­ing like a 5 year old. I was even more impressed that the makeup didn’t melt. I didn’t give myself a chance to ask though, because there was dessert to eat at another loca­tion. I’m a mas­ter con­sumer of sug­ary sub­stances. Duty called.…

Onto “Pirates Plunder”-a cute show that for­tu­nately kept us in the shade. My sugar high kicked in at this point, so what I remem­ber is HAZY at best. I said AERRGGH! alot, and wore my foam pirate hat with pride. My plas­tic sword was clev­erly lodged in my belt­loop from my work pants (I’m so savvy for a cor­po­rate pirate), I remem­ber hold­ing my sword with my teeth and pos­ing for pic­tures, and I remem­ber really want­ing to jump on the zip line in the the­ater. Side note: sorry Sea World, I can’t con­trol my inat­ten­tion some­times. For­give the AD/HD here. I don’t remem­ber much of plot line other than a wed­ding and an awe­some woman pirate cos­tume, but it was still a great show! Oh, yeah, and the sur­prise SPLASH which was a wel­come relief!

While we only saw two shows, I can’t wait to go back and see more of what Sum­mer Nights has to offer. I really want to see the ani­mal shows. I per­son­ally relate to sea lions. I can stare at them for hours. But I mar­ried a pro­fes­sional wal­rus imper­son­ator. Tough call on where I would go first. Shamu could break that dilemma in half. If I could kiss Shamu and wig­gle my tou­shie with him/her, I’d run into that the­ater at 6 am and wait all day. But only if I get to sit in front of a mis­ter fan. Gawd, it was hot out there.