'Mamma Mia!': Trapped in Philadelphia

'Mamma Mia!': Trapped in Philadelphia

How a great show turned into a very long night


"Mamma Mia." It's a classic and my mom and I love it. So when one of her coworkers gave us tickets to see it at the Walnut Street Theater we knew we had to go. My mom was kind of hesitant since the show was 8 pm on a Tuesday night and she had to be at work at 8 am the next day. We went anyway.

We decided we were going to take the train into Philly since I didn't really know where the theater was and no one likes to drive into a city during rush hour. The train ride going into the city was a piece of cake and we were chatting the whole way. The train ride from our house to Center City is really only about 20 minutes and it goes by pretty quickly. The real story starts once we step off the train.

Since neither my mom or I are used to this particular train station we got a little crossed up and confused about which side of the train station to exit from. Thankfully a SEPTA employee was standing right there so we asked him which side to exit from so our walk to the theater would be easier. Just as he's giving us directions an older woman in a bright yellow raincoat says that she's going in that direction too and will walk with us. Which I kind of thought was weird considering my mom and I are grown adults that just need to be pointed in the right direction, but she was extremely nice and we appreciated her gesture. Once the woman turns off the street we were on, the clouds just opened up. Torrential rain. Thank God we had umbrellas or we would've been soaked and miserable. Our shoes were completely soaked so we quickly scurried under a hotel's awning to catch a break from the rain. Finally, the rain slowed down and we quickly hurried the next three blocks to make it to the theater before the rain got worse.

The theater was beautiful. If you haven't been there before I highly recommend it. It's small and intimate so every seat is a good seat. I can't even describe how great the show was. I was completely mind blown. Everything from the set to the dancing to the music was absolutely fantastic. My mom and I were jamming out to all the songs and it was honestly one of the best shows I've ever seen. However, this article isn't really about the show. It's about what happened afterwards.

The show ends around 10:30pm which was great for us, so we could catch the 11:02pm train home. My mom and I rushed down the deserted streets of downtown Philly to get to the train station where the first thing we see once we get there is EMTs and an ambulance. I looked over at my mom who looked a little worried. We later heard the EMTs cheering so we assume maybe it was a drug-related problem and they resuscitated him or her. I'm glad they're okay. Anyway, so we get to the station and our train is late. 15 minutes late. We were cool with that because we got it, things happen. We decided to just wait because things could change and our train could show up at it's regular time. Then it's 20 minutes late. Then 30 minutes late. Then 45 minutes late. THEN 68 MINUTES LATE. My mom and I were kind of freaking out at that point because the next train (which was supposed to come at 11:58 pm) was 15 minutes late and that was the last train of the night. Law and Order SVU already makes me super paranoid as it is, let alone being in a deserted train station in the middle of the night. I was full on panicking.

My mom (God bless her soul) finds out that we got take another train and get off in the same general area as our original train station. There was only one issue. My car was parked at the station we got on at and now we were getting off at a completely different train station and had no way to get home from there. Then we are brainstorming and come up with Uber. We'll just get off this train and Uber to my car at the other train station so we could drive home. At this point its close to midnight and we just get on this train. My mom is feeling sick, I'm panicking, we aren't really sure where we're going, it's the middle of the night, and we just want to go home. Since I don't want to risk getting a sketchy Uber in a not so great area in the middle of the night, I'm texting everyone I know asking if they're up. Thank the heavens that my friend Liam was awake. Shoutout to you Liam because you saved our asses. Liam and I chat on the phone for a minute he says he'll pick my mom and I up from this train station and take us to my car at the other train station.

Liam is there within a few minutes of us getting off the train and my mom and I couldn't thank him enough. We were just so tired and done with this night and the stress and just wanted to go home. He drives us to my car, which thankfully was still there, and I thought my mom was going to cry tears of joy when we finally got home.

All in all, was it a fantastic show? Absolutely. Was it stressful getting home? Very. Would we do it all again? Probably.

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Emily Skane

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Sorry, not sorry.


Lately, I have seen so many people going off on social media about how people shouldn't be upset with mothers breastfeeding in public. You know what? I disagree.

There's a huge difference between being modest while breastfeeding and just being straight up careless, trashy and disrespectful to those around you. Why don't you try popping out a boob without a baby attached to it and see how long it takes for you to get arrested for public indecency? Strange how that works, right?

So many people talking about it bring up the point of how we shouldn't "sexualize" breastfeeding and seeing a woman's breasts while doing so. Actually, all of these people are missing the point. It's not sexual, it's just purely immodest and disrespectful.

If you see a girl in a shirt cut too low, you call her a slut. If you see a celebrity post a nude photo, you call them immodest and a terrible role model. What makes you think that pulling out a breast in the middle of public is different, regardless of what you're doing with it?

If I'm eating in a restaurant, I would be disgusted if the person at the table next to me had their bare feet out while they were eating. It's just not appropriate. Neither is pulling out your breast for the entire general public to see.

Nobody asked you to put a blanket over your kid's head to feed them. Nobody asked you to go feed them in a dirty bathroom. But you don't need to basically be topless to feed your kid. Growing up, I watched my mom feed my younger siblings in public. She never shied away from it, but the way she did it was always tasteful and never drew attention. She would cover herself up while doing it. She would make sure that nothing inappropriate could be seen. She was lowkey about it.

Mindblowing, right? Wait, you can actually breastfeed in public and not have to show everyone what you're doing? What a revolutionary idea!

There is nothing wrong with feeding your baby. It's something you need to do, it's a part of life. But there is definitely something wrong with thinking it's fine to expose yourself to the entire world while doing it. Nobody wants to see it. Nobody cares if you're feeding your kid. Nobody cares if you're trying to make some sort of weird "feminist" statement by showing them your boobs.

Cover up. Be modest. Be mindful. Be respectful. Don't want to see my boobs? Good, I don't want to see yours either. Hard to believe, I know.

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For Camille, With Love

To my godmother, my second mom, my rooted confidence, my support


First grade, March. It was my first birthday without my mom. You through a huge party for me, a sleepover with friends from school. It included dress up games and making pizza and Disney trivia. You, along with help from my grandma, threw me the best birthday party a 7-year-old could possibly want.

During elementary school, I carpooled with you and a few of the neighborhood kids. I was always the last one to be dropped off, sometimes you would sneak a donut for me. Living next door to you was a blessing. You helped me with everything. In second grade, you helped me rehearse lines for history day so I could get extra credit. In 4th grade, you helped me build my California mission.

You and your sister came out to my 6th grade "graduation". You bought me balloons and made me feel as if moving onto middle school was the coolest thing in the entire world.

While you moved away from next door, you were a constant in my life. Going to Ruby's Diner for my birthday, seeing movies at the Irvine Spectrum and just hanging out, I saw you all the time. During these times, you told me about all of the silly things you did with my mom and dad, how my mom was your best friend. I couldn't have had a greater godmother.

In middle school, you pushed me to do my best and to enroll in honors. You helped me through puberty and the awkward stages of being a woman.

Every single time I saw you, it would light up my entire day, my week. You were more than my godmother, you were my second mom. You understood things that my grandma didn't.

When you married John, you included me in your wedding. I still have that picture of you, Jessica, Aaron and myself on my wall at college. I was so happy for you.

Freshmen year of high school, you told me to do my best. I did my best because of you. When my grandma passed away that year, your shoulder was the one I wanted to cry on.

You were there when I needed to escape home. You understood me when I thought no one would. You helped me learn to drive, letting me drive all the way from San Clemente to Orange.

When I was applying to colleges, you encouraged me to spread my wings and fly. You told me I should explore, get out of California. I wanted to study in London, you told me to do it. That's why, when I study abroad this Spring in London, I will do it for you.

When I had gotten into UWT, you told me to go there. I did and here I am, succeeding and living my best in Tacoma. I do it for you, because of you.

When I graduated high school and I was able to deliver a speech during our baccalaureate, you cheered me on. You recorded it for me, so I could show people who weren't able to make it to the ceremony. You were one of the few people able to come to my actual graduation. You helped me celebrate the accomplishments and awards from my hard work.

When your cancer came back, I was so worried. I was afraid for you, I was afraid of what I would do without the support you had always given me. When I was in Rome, I went to the Vatican and had gotten a Cross with a purple gem in the middle blessed by the Pope to help you with your treatments. It was something from me and a little bit of my mom in the necklace, the gem.

Now, sitting so far from you away at college just like you wanted me to. I miss you. I wish I was there to say goodbye.

I'll travel the world for you, write lots of stories and books for you, I will live life to the fullest for you.

You are another angel taken too early in life. Please say hello to my parents and grandma in Heaven for me.

Lots of love,


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