The Rockettes. Seriously. It is almost impossible to be sad or cranky when your watching the Rockettes. The dancing, the singing, The 3-D glasses !
It is in the words of my husband, spectacular! It accomplishes exactly what it sets out to do, make us smile from start to finish. And like all 7- year old girls everywhere, it makes you wanna be a Rockette. In a good way. Not in a “Boo-Hoo, why didn’t I ever realize my dream of being in a kick line?!”kinda way. I didn’t feel envy or regret for not being a Rockette. I felt happy. I oohed and aahed with the crowd. I took pleasure in watching my husband’s face light up. It was fun. And while I wasn’t looking, the monkeys in my head slept. And I took a breath.
The Rockettes in the Early Days