Youngest DD getting over the painful rib situation from coughing so much. She dropped a class, sans punishment bc the hurricane made it ok for anyone to drop any class. Oldest DD hanging in there, just over finals. Youngest getting hrough finals now.... anating a movie trailer she created.
DD22 and I hustled to make the 2:30 Nutcracker Ballet on 14th.....the majo roads were closed or down to single lanes and we were late by minutes.
FYI, they begin exactly on time and there's no light guiding your way in the isles when you're late. I noticed the dance if the sexy maids was fully in progress as I lurched into the darkness, then squatted and froze, bc ..balance off and DD had rushed ahead of me.
The shifting gaze of seated theatre goers, onto me, got me moving again. Once I turned upward, I could grab backs of seats almost solely occupied by young children.
Hardly a cough or sniffles in the house. I was glad we didn't need the cough drops I forgot. At break DD got in line for cocktails while I hit the loo. Every stall had a tiny pair of shoes inside the door.....adorable, well dressed children everywhere.
In line for cocktails" we learned wine and beer were only choices. White wine it was.....no snacks....and..... were there really
sexy maids dancing? Why, yes! Yes there were. We giggled about this as we remembered the dance if the drunk maid, very short pass across the stage before being dragged of stage right.....then......did that one maid really flirt with the toy maker? And.....were we to assume they slept together?
Oh, hell no..... someone had monkeyed with everything. The costumes, the choreography AND the story. This wasn't our regular, very comforting Christmas tradition nope nope nope.
We assumed it was the hurricane and prepared to receive the second act. Watching DD's face was much fun as her chin dropped and her hand flew to her mouth again and again. Did we really see a ballerina lifted and swung, knees to her chest, and apart? Yup, we did. Many unpointed toes and unrecognizable Int'l costumes/dances later....it was over and seemed only half complete. Four people came on stage to receive credit for the production and DD immediately filed angered "Boots" or the youngish blonde in boots with the penchant for amping up the sex appeal i.e. the ,(jazz) rats were in leotards and sequins instead of their normal and amazing furry rat attire. We thought they were cats, frankly, bc tiny mouse children preceded their entrance, in the dance of the cheese. We were happy the cats didn't terrorize the tiny mice and I don't know when we figured out the jazzy lady cat, roughly my size, was the Rat King. We were immensely entertained by the Rat King....she was a good dancer.
afterwards, launched into peals of laughter walking to a nearby art museum.....amazing things everywhere! Then giggled quietly, bc there were ballerinas and parents everywhere too, poor unhappy looking dears.
The Snowflakes had good costumes and choreography.
I have 2 tickets still, best seats in the house, and will gift them to the grandma of my new friend, G....9 yo, adopted and in charge of her younger brothers, 3 and 4yo, being fostered in same home. Her mother told her there's no Santa...."time to grow up."
I'm hoping G and her Grandma can use these tickets. We're lucky the show went on, at all, considering the dance studio was destroyed, along with so many homes, roads and towns.
Lighter
