jeudi 27 janvier 2005

Trying to be cultured.

At the ballet last night:
"I just wanted to see tutus and prancing and twirling and guys lifting girls in the air. Not this crab and monkey thumping shit."
That's what happens when you buy rush tickets without checking the programme. You end up with weirdass modern-esque ballet set to Prokofiev. I should've learned my lesson. Last time I bought random rush tickets at the Disney Concert Hall, we ended up with chairs floating in the air and this scary Ring-esque video clip set to electronica.

All in the name of being cultured.

By the way, female ballet dancers, if we are sitting about as far away from the stage as you can get, but we can STILL SEE your ribs popping out from your body, it's time to eat.