I got free tickets for a University of Utah gymnastics meet, and decided that it would make a good girls night out for me and my two girls. So, 6:30 on a Friday night we head up to Salt Lake. All was well. We may have parked in reserved parking for the Crimson Club, but we managed not to get a ticket.
We headed up the hill and into the building where we had a little chat about getting lost in the massive crowds milling the halls of the Huntsman Center. And, while my oblivious 5 year old ran into about 17 people, she did manage to stay by my side until we had found some seats in the nosebleed section. (They were free tickets, after all.) We got settled. My 7 year old was enthralled by the gymnasts warming up on the floor. Especially on the bars. She was on the edge of her seat for a good 5 minutes.
On my other side, I was the human pillow while her sister tried every possible position in the hard plastic chairs: legs sprawled in the aisle, head in my lap, sitting on her feet, feet on the chair in front of her, feet in the air, (made more difficult by the fact that she was wearing a skirt). Within 15 minutes of sitting down, she was asking when we could leave. And she had 3 good reasons (her words not mine):
1. 1. She had a really dry throat. (Made worse by all the people around us with drinks and her mother’s reassurance that we would not be purchasing anything.)
2. 2. She was really hungry. Despite the fact that she couldn’t finish her dinner 45 minutes earlier because she was too full. (See number 1)
3. 3. It was too loud.
Within 30 minutes, she was begging her sister to agree to leave. It took about 15 minutes until she succeeded. The plastic chairs and the distance had taken the excitement out of the actual gymnastics.
As we headed out at the beginning of the second rotation, the girls were thrilled when I let them roll down the hill. And that was pretty much all they talked about on the way home. Apparently, I don’t need free tickets to anything other than a good hill to give my girls a fun time.