So yesterday a friend told Mandy that she had two extra tickets to Ballet Idaho's production of the Nutcracker. Naturally, being the intelligent, sophisticated people we are, we chose to join them.
We enjoyed the production(at least the first half) of the show very much. The dancer's were very talented and the sets were elaborate enough. We sat in the middle rear of the balcony, but there really wasn't a bad seat in the house. Little did I realize that I was surrounded by little girls sitting on all sides of me. They were mesmerized by the "little mices" as the referred to them and the Rat King. Well if you know the story, you know the "little mices" aren't coming back after the Rat King is dead. Nevertheless, every two minutes this little girl kept asking her mom when the "little mices" were coming back. It was a quiet ask. It was a, I have to talk over the music to hear myself ask. What made it so comical was the mother kept "shushing" her daughter and every time the daughter would whisper in this raspy voice the same question but her whisper was louder than her normal voice! Ah.. the tickets were free, what can I say?
I did have a few observations while I was there. First, either the nutcracker was seriously "endowed" more than anyone on this planet or he forgot that folded up socks either go in a drawer or on the feet, not in the pants... Seriously, it's not natural. Get real man.. But what do you expect from a guy that has butt cheek implants and wears tights for a living. I never want to see another man in tights for as long as I live... So that little girl behind me got me thinking, she was asking her mom what they call male ballerina's and her mom didn't know. Neither do I. What do they call those guys? Ballerino's? Ballerinist's? If it was up to me, I'd just call em' weird.
We enjoyed the production(at least the first half) of the show very much. The dancer's were very talented and the sets were elaborate enough. We sat in the middle rear of the balcony, but there really wasn't a bad seat in the house. Little did I realize that I was surrounded by little girls sitting on all sides of me. They were mesmerized by the "little mices" as the referred to them and the Rat King. Well if you know the story, you know the "little mices" aren't coming back after the Rat King is dead. Nevertheless, every two minutes this little girl kept asking her mom when the "little mices" were coming back. It was a quiet ask. It was a, I have to talk over the music to hear myself ask. What made it so comical was the mother kept "shushing" her daughter and every time the daughter would whisper in this raspy voice the same question but her whisper was louder than her normal voice! Ah.. the tickets were free, what can I say?
I did have a few observations while I was there. First, either the nutcracker was seriously "endowed" more than anyone on this planet or he forgot that folded up socks either go in a drawer or on the feet, not in the pants... Seriously, it's not natural. Get real man.. But what do you expect from a guy that has butt cheek implants and wears tights for a living. I never want to see another man in tights for as long as I live... So that little girl behind me got me thinking, she was asking her mom what they call male ballerina's and her mom didn't know. Neither do I. What do they call those guys? Ballerino's? Ballerinist's? If it was up to me, I'd just call em' weird.
Later Folks.
A Few Pictures for the birthday party last week.
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Hello Andrew
My name is Susanne and I live in Sweden. I tried to start a blog called "ellestad.blogspot.com" but it was already taken :) The reason I wanted it was because I live in an area called Ellestad. It was interesting to see that its a surname aswell, never thought about that!
Stay happy and keep blogging!
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