All we’d planned for this day was on show, so we hung around the condo for a while. I got restless, of course, so mid-afternoon we went to a local bakery called Simply Baked for savory pies. We drove into Branson and took our time wandering through a flea market. We each found some stuff to waste money on. We still had time to kill, so we visited the Trump store, which cracked me up no end.
It was finally time for our show—#1 Hits of the 60’s. This consisted of a two-hour medley of songs from the 50’s to the 80’s, none of them lasting more than 35 seconds or so. In other words, just when I’d start getting into a song, they’d switch to another one. The cast consisted of overweight women and rather effeminate men doing random choreography while zipping through the songs. My wife enjoyed it, but I wanted out almost from the get-go. I’ll say this for them though — they must have set some sort of record for costume changes.
We went from the theater to the nearby and nearly empty Ripley’s Believe It or Not Museum.
I’ve been to Ripley’s museums before. They’re weird and fun, although not to be taken entirely seriously. Perhaps the oddest thing about this one was how very empty it was. The guy in the photo below was an employee. There were only two of them there, and no other customers. This guy tried to sell us a photo of the two of us. I think every show and attraction in Branson took, or asked to take, a photo of us together and then tried to sell it to us. We could have spent over $100 on these if we’d bought them all. We bought none.
We drove to the north side of Branson for supper at Texan Roadhouse, then headed back to the condo.
