After Miss Tiffany cut our hairs Saturday afternoon, we took our new hairdos to Capitol Theater to act snooty at the ballet. It was opening night of Ballet West’s current offering, which consists of three short ballets. I wore a spiderweb Bow Tie o’ the Day for the occasion. Suzanne wore yet another necklace (turquoise!) I bought her in Taos with my malnourished wallet. As per usual, Candy Corn Bow Tie On A Shelf o’ the Day was a stowaway in The Saddle Purse for the evening.
Every so often, I feel like it’s my civic duty to go to the ballet. Ballet is amazing. The dancers always put up a gorgeous fight with gravity on the stage. I admire the whole production, including the orchestra most spectators can’t even see down there in the orchestra pit. Although the ballet is not something I feel the need to experience regularly, I do want to support it. Its awesomeness deserves to thrive. It’s my pleasure to buy tickets on occasion.
We need to make sure we appreciate things— especially the arts— for their incredibility, even if we aren’t “into” them. In fact, that pretty accurately explains why I do attend a ballet here and there: I go to the ballet to find wonder in its intricate strength and beauty, and I also go to the ballet to remind myself that it’s not one of my fave-rave ways to spend time. I’m a better person for attending, but it just ain’t my thing.
BTW Suzanne is very proud of the post photo in which she’s gazing at the ceiling— because it shows her inner nostril. I look just plain sinister in that same pic.
