"The theater is so endlessly fascinating because it is so accidental. 
It's so much like life."
I, for one, would love an encore! 
Post Edit: We're prancing about here in the Naumberg Bandshell- a gorgeous relic of New York's 1920's opulence. It's hard to believe how widely ignored a place that has hosted everyone from Sousa and Irving Berlin to M.L.K. and John Lennon has become. Central Park is brimming with insanely gorgeous gems that inspire, nay, demand childlike play.
A: Working my fanny off and also... AcKeRpAlOoZa
Q: What, pray tell, is Ackerpalooza?
A: It's when the Ackerkids (Dr Peter, Nurse J., and meself) bend time and space to get together for adventures.
Verily, having time off and cash money enough to do stuff is a magical combination.
Q: Will I be recapping the adventures?
A: Absofrigginlutely! Let Ackerpalooza recap part one begin...
You know the party don't start till J walks in!
The weather looked a little something like this:
on day 1, so after getting settled in we went to Alice in Wonderland. Tim Burton is probably my favorite man in Hollywood, but Mr Depp seems to be slipping.
Day two was still rainy, so it was spent at Spa Castle where absolutely no pictures were taken. Absolutely none! Not one! Because taking pics at the spa is seriously not cool.
Day three was gorgeous, so we pulled out our compasses and other very serious hiking gear, and went exploring... in Central Park.
(By very serious hiking gear, I mean dresses with belts and cardis)
I couldn't be with my family this year, but it wasn't all bad.
In fact, it was pretty darn fun.
We left the house, and caught a train to Manhattan, but then I realized I had forgotten the XD card to my camera.
No problem!
We stopped in at a camera shop to buy a new one, and even though the camera guy was disgusted by how old and gnarly my camera is, he did have an XD card that would fit. So now I have 650 remaining photos on my camera! Before, the best I could ever get was 32! I was always having to delete photos before they made their way onto my computer, but no more!
It was terrible! It took a team of twenty highly skilled poke trainers to wrangle him back into his poke-ball.
After the the pikachu had been taken care of we all thought everything was safe and that we could relax, but then a giant ogre came along to grind our bones into bread and other such ogre-y activities. 
He and his Smash Mouth loving minions spread destruction and chaos with the help of a giant clover-bearing elephant.
Fortunately a space man and Zack Ephron came along to save the day. 
I wouldn't have been able to recognize this brave young man if it weren't for the dozens of young female narrators near by jumping and screaming,
"Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh- IT'S ZACK EPHRON!"
In keeping with the day's madness, we accidentally wandered into an enchanted forest. This was a magical forest where every bridge came with it's own saxophone player, and where, despite the barely being freezing temperature, a pond had frozen over. Some of the strange inhabitants of the forest had blades attached to their feet, and I could only assume that they were under some terrible curse, because they continually went around and around in circles on the frozen water. 
Perhaps someday Zack Ephron will come and free them from their icy domain.
When we got back home I got to work preparing a small feast, and we decided to give thanks for surviving all the giant creatures and other chicanery that we ran into. 
That's why we call it Thanksgiving.
