Last night the Veggies Tales were in Birmingham. We hit them up and spent our entire (literally) evening with them. EB thought she had died and gone to heaven, I was heavily sedated on sinus medicine and JB just took it all in---and, it was a lot to take in.
Since this was EB’s first real concert and we wanted her to soak it all (or because we had a weak moment and it was late at night when I purchased the tickets), we opted for the VIP tickets with a meet and greet. Ever met a 7ft tall cucumber? Neither had we. It was all well and good, but we had to wait a LONG time (for the 'not real' stage veggies) and I was ill-equipped with snacks and we were HUNGRY (not a good spot to be in if you’re a veggie. I started having horrible mental images).
It was a good time. We thoroughly enjoyed that moment with EB and I might have enjoyed singing along with the songs that I knew. AND…she needed that moment with the Veggies after cold staring JB earlier in the weekend and telling him in response to a comment he made, “Well, that’s the stupidest thing I’ve EVER heard.” Thanks Lion King.
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