I guess that everyone has certain dreams – things they hope to have happen before they depart from this earth. I have a laundry list. Some are huge: winning $100,000,000 (or more) in the lottery, sincere happiness, seeing my girls grow up into successful women.
Some are not so big, like learning to hit the golf ball with a 3-wood (well, that one would be huge).
This weekend, three items on my ‘not so big’ bucket list are coming true – and all in one day! I’m about to explode with excitement – and I am not the excitable type.
I was afraid that since my A Christmas Carol family was poor, the Candlestick Makers, I’d end up with a tiny beanie of a hat with my costume. When I went in for my fitting, that’s exactly the direction things were heading. In fact, the drawer with the little ones was open and the costume lady was reaching in when all of a sudden she glanced up at the counter.
“We do have these top hats that are a little beat up. Would you rather have one of those?”
I tried to contain my excitment!
“I’m flexible…”, but visions of Abraham Lincoln were dancing through my head. How cool is it to wear a top hat? That’s not something a man gets to do on a regular basis. In fact, I’m not sure I’ve ever worn one in public. Think of Fred Astaire, the Cat in the Hat, frigging Uncle Sam! And me: Danny Tanner!
And to top it off, another bucket list item has also come true thanks to my favorite costume designer. I get to wear a cape! The only part of my costume I hadn’t seen when I entered the dressing room on Saturday was my outer wear. When I found a navy cape hanging by my plaid pants and form-fitting vest, I nearly collapsed to my knees in gratefulness.
I draped it over my shoulders and ran through the lobby as if I were Dracula. What if guys wore capes these days? How dandy would it be to walk from the downtown parking deck to the church sanctuary on Sunday morning – top hat and cape to keep you warm (and to keep you cool if you know what I mean).
Jesse actually has a black cape. Some friend of his made it for him years ago. I’ve never asked why –
He doesn’t know this, but sometime I put it on when no one else is home and sneak through the house pretending to be a 17th century Russian spy.
And to top it all off, on Saturday, I get to wear my entire costume in the Raleigh Christmas Parade! I’ll actually walk by my church – so it will kind of be like I’m wearing these duds in my regular life.
A top hat, a cape and a parade – all in one day! A little Danny Tanner heaven right here on earth.
If you’re there, keep an eye out for me. I shouldn’t be hard to find.