First, we knew we were in trouble when we go to the nosebleed balcony and friend Heather, who has vertigo issues at all times, nearly passed out. Second, the men weren't wearing tights (that was actually a plus, though, from where we sat? It wouldn't have mattered - everything was tiny). Third, the curtain went up and I said to myself, "Holy crap. This is a ballet. There are no words."
Yeah. That. And more.
The first act was awful. I haven't been to a ballet in more than 20 years and tonight I remembered why. Besides the whole telling a story without words thing (yes, I'm a Neanderthal), the first act was boring. Same thing over and over. And over. Just bad.
There were three acts. The first was 30 minutes, with a 20 minute intermission. I have no idea how long the second act was. Heather was either going to puke or pass out, and she was my ride, so we left.
We went to the Gypsy Coffee House instead. Their Americanos are to DIE for. As is their live entertainment weekend nights. We were lucky enough to see the Queens of Chaos again! Check 'em out. I really want to take classes now! I wanna wear those cool clothes. And the dancing is far more interesting than ballet. Oh! And no more delightful way to thoroughly embarrass your teenage children.
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So that's how my weekend rolls. The kids'll be handing out candy while I work. Hope you all have a great weekend!
Until I write again ...