Thug Life

Ok, before I get into the awesome ballet I saw yesterday, I have a bone to pick with my family.  LaRhonda, Nicole, Tara and Brenda, how dare you?  Shout out Courtney and Colby, but I’m very upset that those beeps get to stay with you guys before their cruise.  I hope all four of you get sea sick…dangit wait, that’s not the Missionary spirit.  I hope you are only sea sick one day…or it’s cloudy and rainy and you’re not sea sick.  Hmmmm.  I’m jealous.

Ok, so yesterday as I mentioned, we went to the ballet to see Swan Lake.  I LOVED it.  It was my first ballet experience.  (Not including the Nutcracker at the Lubbock Shivic Shenter.)  It was fabulous.  Like nothing I’ve ever seen.  I want to be a ballerina.  It might be too late, though.  And I don’t think anything that tight will ever touch this bod.  Ever.  Unitards…don’t really look good on anyone.  I kept thinking of the best night ever-after the challenge banquet last year at the Taco Bell/Pizza Hut.  If you were there, you know EXACTLY what I’m talking about. 

So, the set is ah-mazing.  The costumes, are ah-mazing in ballet standards, a little to tight for my liking, but whatev.  So, the dancing was phenomenal.  Let’s get to the point, shall we…

There was a fight.  In ballet.  Fight.  I never knew fighting could be so…graceful.  We’ll say graceful.  Now, the two guys, one in a white tard, and one in a black tard, duked it out DDR style.  Villain, who was in the black tard had some fierce eyebrows and a widows peak.  Hero, white tard, was a pretty boy with a sparkly bolero over his uni.  So, they begin there fight with some pretty fancy feet work.  They À la seconde toward each other.  Hero did an Arabesque, while Villain Chassé-ed.  Hero fell to the ground in a precise, dramatic faint pose.  Villain pranced around and Fouetté jeté-ed in a victory twirl.  Hero was back on his dainty ballerino feet (yes, I said ballerino, ah-thank you, Shannel)   With a Pirouettte and a Plié he was back.  He leaped towards Villain jumped straight in the air, fast scissor of the legs and bam!  Villain falls to the floor and begins to roll.  Now, if I’m ever killed in a production, I’m going out like this: he rolls stage right, rolls stage left, rolls back to the middle and the lays center stage for all to see he died.  Very dramatic.  I’ll try to post pictures later.  But, can we really say Hero won.  There is no  winner when unitards are involved.  Just sayin’.  And next time you are in a dark deserted alley and come across a suspicious lurker, Relevé yourself towards him and I’m sure he will flee…in fear.

We leave for the camp tomorrow!    I’m super excited!!