Shhh, don't tell my parents.

[cjsmith]

Maybe I'm going to go see The Mikado.

My parents are involved in this one, through their local Gilbert and Sullivan group. They're both thrilled to pieces about it and throwing themselves wholeheartedly into the prep. My dad is going certifiably nuts over practicing his blocking and suchlike.

The show will be performed in the suburbs of Boston, MA, and I'm in the suburbs of San Jose, California. I think I can get affordable plane tickets if I'm willing to change planes in the middle of a redeye flight. It'd wipe out the entire weekend, and leave me pretty fried on one day, but I could do it.

I'm strongly considering it. It would be an awesome surprise visit. And hey, it's only fair. They came to see all my shows.

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[genderfur.livejournal.com]

Do it. Years from now, you'll remember the event and their surprised joy, and you *won't* remember the pain of the airline flights.

[cjsmith.livejournal.com]

This is sooooooo true, and a good point. Years ago my siblings and I arranged a similar surprise for... gah, now I can't remember if it was someone's fiftieth birthday or thirtieth anniversary or what. Birthday, I think. My sister was the perfect accomplice. She arranged to take my parents out to dinner and told the other two of us where they'd be. My brother and I each showed up at the restaurant as a surprise. I have some vague memory that I managed to walk in through the kitchen and arrive carrying the cake, or something equally corny.

I have absolutely no memory of the flights, of how I got to the restaurant, or anything else about the logistics. I do remember how happy my parents were to have us all together.