The ballet (King Lear) was good. Not great, standing-ovation, blow your socks off, but good. Bradley thought me somewhat pretentious when I said that there were some timing issues and that the troupe needs more depth (as evidenced by the fact that one of the lead ballerinas actually fell during the performance!) and when I pointed out that the last ballet we saw was Gisèle. By the Bolshoi ballet. At the Bolshoi theater. In Moscow... LOL... What can I say? Perhaps I am a little hoity-toity!
After the ballet, we headed up to Georges and Barb's where some friends had gathered to celebrate Georges birthday. Lots of wine and food and it was a fun (and at times surreal!) way to cap the night. Let's just say the evening involved scotch tape, a seance, and some hot same-sex dancing - by the straight boyz no less! And even a Madonna-style smooch between the gurls just before we left! Where the heck is David Lynch and my camera when you need them?!
Phew! Without further ado, here's the boyz:





3 comments:
The latter part of your evening sounded interesting. It was good to see you both again.
PCJL
Scotch tape and straigt boyz...I guess they haven't heard of wax!
Good stuff!
Mark :-)
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