Something that is intrinsically “CoCo” is appreciation of the arts.  I did classical ballet for a major part of my early life, danced my way through high school, participated in the musicals, and spent many of my high school weekends at home watching AMC or TCM (my parents would literally kick me out of the house sometimes, because they thought I should socialize more than I wanted to).  The first music that I have a recollection of listening to is Phantom of the Opera and Elton John: Live from Australia.  Most of my college electives were eaten up by the Humanities department.  I’m a fruity fruit loop who loves a spectacle!

This past weekend, I went to a stage production of C.S. Lewis’ Screwtape Letters.  That was my alternative to the Jazz/Kings/Jimmer Show that the rest of my family attended.  My sister came with me, and my mom was going to come, but the pull of Jimmer was too strong.  This left us with a leftover ticket.  So, who did I call to see if they wanted this?  Well… that seems to be the problem.

I spend a lot of time with people very unlike myself.  My core “group of friends” (in quotes because I have many close friends outside of this group, but they’re individuals, not a group), love watching football, playing cards, and Star Trek.  Granted, I endured hours of Star Trek Appreciation time and ended up with quite an affinity for it.  Honestly, even when it comes to food, we don’t really like the same places.  I love seafood, Mexican, and other ethnic adventures when I go out, while they love hamburgers (a food I haven’t eaten for years).  I definitely love spending time with these friends, they’re great people, but I have had to make many concessions on things I like to do to spend time with them.  The good thing is I’ve learned to appreciate things I didn’t before, the bad is I rarely do things I enjoy.

This whole situation brought to light that I need friends who enjoy attending more cultural events with me and enjoy discussing thought provoking film over tiny portions of pretentious, yet delicious, vittles. I feel like people who attend the events, like Screwtape Letters, are typically elderly couples.  Maybe I am just an old little soul.  I don’t know.  All I know is that I really want people to call when I have free time and Tartuffe is showing at the Rose Wagner.  My extra Screwtape ticket ended up going to waste, because I just had a teeny tiny list of people who I knew I could text who would be interested, and none of them could go at the last minute.  Maybe I have more closet fruit loops for friends, but I just don’t know who they are.  Bottom line, I want to know who you are!

Here’s my open casting call to everyone who reads my blog.  If you have any desire to see live theater, buy a membership to The Broadway in Salt Lake, can name and sing songs from five other Andrew Lloyd Webber productions besides Phantom, know the difference between Doris Day and Sandra Dee, or even would attend a Kenny Loggins concert (ok, not classic art, but still, part of my old soul’s desired activities), you are eligible to apply.  If you like to talk through any of the aforementioned activities, you need not apply, but if you would like to discuss afterwords at some obscure cafe, that is a bonus!