Classy Ladies

So for my (month ago) birthday, I went to see Les Mis in Chicago and eat at Carnivale, a fancy restaurant with music that made me, Sister and mommy feel like we were in a Sims game because it was basically repeating generic Latin music that had the power to control Father Time. I knew we looked pretty classy. My sister broke out the shoes that weren’t tennis shoes, and I wore hoop earrings. They were three dollars so one of them fell out of my ear and I was a pirate for the rest of the night. Damn it hurts to be fancy.

Anywhoos, Carnivale was nice. It was really tall-ceilinged and we actually had a reservation. There were colours and stuff. You really knew we were classy because we couldn’t read anything on the menu since it was in Spanish. Especially my mom.




Sister on the other hand was all ‘oh I can roll my R’s sort of so I take priority of awesome in this place’.

We ended up ordering these fried banana things with sugar and cilantro and also these starchy root things called ‘yucca’ which tasted like uncooked potatoes. Mommy nodded serenely when eating these, saying “you can’t cook like this Rachael this is legendary”.

And I was all like





and then I sneezed really loudly and the people next to us were all like ‘you’re getting all up in my fancy business’ and also the waitress gossiped about us.
Besides that though, we went to see Les Mis. Every time I watch or listen to that show, I am in awe. Like real people can’t feel that much emotion, not even on Glee. It’s like Victor Hugo sucked all the nationalism out of everyone everywhere, gave it +230000 LOVE POINTS, and then sent Spock on a journey to collect every super-expressive artistwomansoul to make into a Musical of New Standards For Emotion.














Yeah. It was so beautiful and I got so into it that the people behind me were all like “you’re going to have to move please”. So WHAT IF I’VE GOT PASSION VIVA LA FRANCE or whatever

the plot of basically every star trek ever made (and also les mis)

i am pretty damn clever

That Day When Moses Forgot To Part The Red Sea and the Ark Was Late By Like 40,000 Years

Well, I had to make it to school today just so I could park in my damn senior/staff parking spot, which was *only* for today, and to hell if five-foot water, driving rain, and yelling policemen with flares would stop me. So, basically, I owe getting to school to my boss/newly dubbed new tech leader man either way, because he inspired me by giving me a parking spot for the day and also he was the one who told me the name of Western Avenue, which is the road I took to school. This last sentence does not actually do the two and a half hours in the car I spent today justice, so, for your convenience, here’s a small screenplay.
RACHAEL: (singing along to les mis, but slowly getting quieter and angrier as time passes):Okay, all those exits are blocked, and THAT one has a submerged vehicle in it, sooooo we’ll save it for last. WHOS’ UP FOR NORTH CHICAGO??!
SISTER: We’re both gonna die.
RACHAEL: (laughing maniacally) Nonsense!!! Who said we’re gonna die?? A couple super deep puddles that come up to the bottom of my windows couldn’t possibly hurt anything!! And all the ambulances must be on their way to tea parties or something. And the fogged up windshield is…pretty?
SISTER:…(in shock) We’re gonna die. (Sit in silence, listening to now out of place Les Mis music)
RACHAEL: (thirty minutes later)(sweat drop rolls slowly down side of face)(singing): a…little fall of rain…can…hardly…hurt us now…..?
SISTER: Thassit. I’M ASKING FOR DIRECTIONS
RACHAEL: NOOO IMMA RESPONSIBLE ADULT DAMMIT
(After phone call made to very angry mom, with profanities on top)
MOM: RACHAEL PARK THE CAR.
RACHAEL(dramatic hair fling) BUT MOMMY NO! I CAN’T!! HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO GET ANYWHERE????!
SISTER: We’re all gonna die.
RACHAEL: (cackling with hysterical laughter) OH EM JEEZUS I KNOW THIS ROAD!!!! *les mis tune* I’VE SEEN THIS FACE BEFORE….
WESTERN AVENUE: After all the time you spent driving through Lake Bluff, North Chicago, and the Back Roads, I am conveniently not flooded!!!
MOM: (deep menacing voice) YOU’LL NEVER MAKE IT, YOU FAILURE!!! HAAHAHAHAA
RACHAEL: (brandishing Super Driver cape and singing Les Mis still) I KNOW MY WAAAAY ARROUUUNNNDD!!!!! *reaches school, egg-rolls in and collapses in theatre*
So yeah. That was generally part of a day that didn’t get much better. Driving was probably the highlight.