I like a wide variety of things. I like to be outside playing in the grass or riding horses and I also like to go to art museums and ballets. I’ve had an interest in ballet for many years, even taking a year or two of dance around the age of 5. Looking back, I’m kind of disappointed I quit, but then again if I hadn’t, I probably wouldn’t have gotten so involved in horses. Horses vs. ballet … horses please.
Mixing my interest with ballet and my twisted sense of humor, I decided to pester Joe one day and ask if we could pretty please go to a ballet. Naturally he resisted and said the soonest we’d ever go to one was around Christmas and it had to be the Nutcracker (ironic?). This was stated sometime in early summer. I was surprised he said Christmas, because that seemed soon to me. But, I didn’t worry about it and continued to annoy him every now and then by whining about going to a ballet.
I didn’t think much of it when Christmastime rolled around, but when I opened the nice, vintage leather bag he got me for Christmas, there were two tickets to the Nutcracker at the Kentucky Center on the 11th. I was very surprised, impressed, and pleased.
I think we both look kind of silly in this picture, but hey, we were dressed nice at least. And my Christmas decorations can be described as resourceful. I cut and painted leftover foam core board.
It was rainy on the 11th, but that didn’t matter because we had a marvelous dinner at Proof on Main, and thoroughly enjoyed the performance. It was beautifully done and fascinating. I don’t know how those dancers can go en pointe.
One of the coolest things about the ballet was Mother Gigogne, whose many children hide under her skirts. Mother Gigogne’s skirt had a carousel motif on it and her children were dressed as jockeys, complete with silks, hats and crops. Their dance involved them lining up diagonally across the stage and simulating a horse race by jogging forward at different speeds to alternate being in the lead. Perfect for Louisville!
We had a lazy Sunday; Joe left midday, and I began preparing for the last of my finals. They were brutal and I don’t want to talk about them.
Up next: Christmas Part 2: Surgery and a surprise!
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