December 21, 2006

Nutcracked

Dr. M and I went to see The Nutcracker last night at the SF Ballet. Shortly after the first act began, a small earthquake rattled through the theater. My immediate thought was: "Great. Either the theater and/or balcony is going to collapse and kill us, or we'll be crushed in the stampede of out-of-town yokels who've never felt an earthquake before."

Fortunately there were no further tremors, neither of these things happened, and the ballet was enjoyable. Dr. M also enjoyed it, partly because I didn't tell her any stories about Mr. Belvedere during intermission.

Posted by hb at December 21, 2006 08:35 AM

Comments

Remember that time he Drop-kicked the jacket - as he came through the door? No-one's there!

Posted by: Tommaso on December 21, 2006 10:01 AM

Remember that time he drop-kicked the jacket - as he came through the door? No one's there!

Posted by: Tommaso on December 21, 2006 10:01 AM

Save the stories about Mr. Belvedere for intermission at Le Mis or Rent.

Posted by: wt on December 21, 2006 12:28 PM

I should probably explain the Mr. Belvedere thing. Please see this post about the first (and only other) time Dr. M and I went to the ballet.

I also made the same observation last night about how the male dancers wore thongs and the female dancers did not, and how upsetting that was.

Posted by: matt on December 21, 2006 12:37 PM

Tom, isn't the lyric, "who cares?" not no-one's there?

(Yes. Yes it is.)

Posted by: kenny on December 21, 2006 01:29 PM

Ack! No, I'm wrong too.

It's "streaks on the china never mattered before, who cares? If you drop kicked your jacket when you came through the door, no one glared."

Posted by: kenny on December 21, 2006 01:31 PM

Technically, the male ballerinas are in "dance belts", not thongs. It's because of testicles.

Posted by: sean on December 22, 2006 06:07 PM

Damn you, testicles!

Posted by: matt on December 23, 2006 09:32 AM

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