Merritt waited with sweet impatience for January 15th to roll around. That was the date of our trip to see the
Walking With Dinosaurs: The Live Experience at the Energy Solutions Arena. We left at 5:30, just in case there were traffic problems, and arrived with plenty of time to park the car, find our seats, visit the potty (again, just in case...I didn't want Merritt to miss a minute of the show), and buy popcorn and a drink (for $8.50...holy crap!). Our seats were the best Chad and I could af
ford, which meant the upper bowl, but we were on the first row and our seats overlooked the entire arena with no one's head in the way. The show was truly remarkable, jam-packed with dino facts presented in a fun and interesting way, and dominated by life-sized animatronic dinosaurs that roared, fought, ate (plants and other dinos) and roamed all over the arena floor. They made their dramatic entrance through a black curtain framed by gigantic teeth. Merritt was in hog-heaven (dino-heaven?) and laughed, shrieked, "whoa-ed" and climbed on my lap throughout the whole show. His boisterous enthusiasm wasn't shared by the nerdy little kid sitting next to him, unfortunately. This was one of those sweater-vest wearing six-year-olds who sit still and prim and tell everyone else around them how to behave. He even got on my case. We were told that we could take all the pictures we wanted, but not to use flash photography. I diligently turned off my flash, but when I switched the lens setting on my camera, it went back to flash mode and I inadvertently popped a flash picture. The boy gasped, pointed at me (a la
Invasion of the Bodysnatchers) and said to his mother, "That lady just took a picture with her FLASH on!" The woman looke
d at me and loudly whispered "We can't control what other people do. Just ignore them." What the freak? After that I'm afraid I let Merritt off his leash. When the T-Rex made her grand entrance, Merritt stood up a roared back at her and I didn't say a thing to him about it. I just laughed while the little nerdy kid looked horrified and tried to shush him. "I'm just telling T-Rex that I'm a friend," M
erritt told nerd-boy. That made me laugh more. The show ended with the drama of the meteror strike that killed off all the dinos (which has since had Merritt praying nightly that a meteror will NOT hit the earth again) and then the lights went on and it was time to go. We made our way into the main lobbies to find a souvenir vendor. I couldn't help but think, "What recession?" as I watched family after family drop $100+ on doo-dads. We spent $10 and bought Merritt a huge poster to remember his big night out. A grand time was had by us both and all of Salt Lake City must have thought we were crazy because we ran like T-Rexes all the way back to the car.
Merritt waited with sweet impatience for January 15th to roll around. That was the date of our trip to see the Walking With Dinosaurs: The Live Experience at the Energy Solutions Arena. We left at 5:30, just in case there were traffic problems, and arrived with plenty of time to park the car, find our seats, visit the potty (again, just in case...I didn't want Merritt to miss a minute of the show), and buy popcorn and a drink (for $8.50...holy crap!). Our seats were the best Chad and I could af
ford, which meant the upper bowl, but we were on the first row and our seats overlooked the entire arena with no one's head in the way. The show was truly remarkable, jam-packed with dino facts presented in a fun and interesting way, and dominated by life-sized animatronic dinosaurs that roared, fought, ate (plants and other dinos) and roamed all over the arena floor. They made their dramatic entrance through a black curtain framed by gigantic teeth. Merritt was in hog-heaven (dino-heaven?) and laughed, shrieked, "whoa-ed" and climbed on my lap throughout the whole show. His boisterous enthusiasm wasn't shared by the nerdy little kid sitting next to him, unfortunately. This was one of those sweater-vest wearing six-year-olds who sit still and prim and tell everyone else around them how to behave. He even got on my case. We were told that we could take all the pictures we wanted, but not to use flash photography. I diligently turned off my flash, but when I switched the lens setting on my camera, it went back to flash mode and I inadvertently popped a flash picture. The boy gasped, pointed at me (a la Invasion of the Bodysnatchers) and said to his mother, "That lady just took a picture with her FLASH on!" The woman looke
d at me and loudly whispered "We can't control what other people do. Just ignore them." What the freak? After that I'm afraid I let Merritt off his leash. When the T-Rex made her grand entrance, Merritt stood up a roared back at her and I didn't say a thing to him about it. I just laughed while the little nerdy kid looked horrified and tried to shush him. "I'm just telling T-Rex that I'm a friend," M
erritt told nerd-boy. That made me laugh more. The show ended with the drama of the meteror strike that killed off all the dinos (which has since had Merritt praying nightly that a meteror will NOT hit the earth again) and then the lights went on and it was time to go. We made our way into the main lobbies to find a souvenir vendor. I couldn't help but think, "What recession?" as I watched family after family drop $100+ on doo-dads. We spent $10 and bought Merritt a huge poster to remember his big night out. A grand time was had by us both and all of Salt Lake City must have thought we were crazy because we ran like T-Rexes all the way back to the car.
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