What a Week

A Wednesday night Opera, Thursday night dance, and Friday night movie (though more important a deepish convo with B). For three nights not getting to sleep before 2AM and three mornings being at work by 9AM. And I am writing in fragments, but who cares? *silly grin* A good week indeed. Wed. the opera was the dress rehearsal (which when w/o a hitch) of Le Nozze di Figaro (The Marraige of Figaro). It was absolutely lovely. Dominique and I wore our nice slacks, dressy tops, and heels and just thoroughly enjoyed feeling completely ladylike. I do believe Courtney enjoyed feeling ladylike too... she just loves the casual denim skirt and Birkenstocks. (I love her so... she's such a hiker chick.) "Poor" B was stuck with three girls again but Gr*h*m Bry*nt was there with his family so he came and sat between B and the girls and gave B some relief (whatever that's suppose to mean %).) And Domi and I had the startling revelation of just how tall and sturdy Gr*h*m is built. We both had 3in. heels on and he was still taller and he's not your typical tall and skinny guy. That's why we were so shocked to realize just how tall he is. And of course at about a 9pm intermission w/no supper anything can be shocking ;). After the opera we went to Denny's and Laur*l (the stage manager for the Ashv. Lyric Opera and friend from church) joined us along with J*n, Michael, and Devon. For some random reason Jon told me I have nice teeth. But anywho... we didn't leave Denny's 'til about 1AM. I absolutly loved the set design, especially the garden scene. And the guy who played Figaro was sooo cute. The play was wonderfully cast. Aboslutley wonderfully cast. The only bad part was the conductor wouldn't stop talking to himself, and the whole theater could hear him.. I mean the heroine would be singing and you'd hear this "and a la dee da dee dee part there.. good, very good.. ba da da dee dum... dee dee da.. good watch that part there... and Whoosh.. da da dee da... whoosh.. don't forget that whoosh.." At first it was hilarious but then it got annoying.. I mean this was the last dress rehearsal and ya think he coulda kept his mouth shut %). Gr*h*m's dad was ready to say something to him by the third act and Tim (a highschool junior) did make a mild attempt to hush him but he just kept at it. Crazy man. But it was an absolutely lovely evening to be sure. I thoroughly enjoyed and relished my first opera and am quite sad that it was the last one for the Asheville Lyric Opera this season. I dearly look forward to more of their productions.

Thursday night dancing was a blast. I love my Becca... my heart had forgotten why it is called the dancing crowquette, but my Rebecca has never forgotten. Thank you dear. N*th*n and K*th*ryn were very pleased with how quickly I caught on to contra-dancing and waltzing. So were most of the men I danced with. Especially those I waltz with (thank heaven's those weren't the creepy ones... I shall never again dance with "Bill". The old bastered wouldn't keep his hands off me.. but other than him and one other one it wasn't too bad.) But oh how happy my soul was to dance. It's like being a part of a sunset for me. Listening to music is like watching a sunset but it carrying on whether or not you exsist in it's awesome splendor. Dancing to music is like being a part of the glorious sunset... like an essential little cloud here or there that makes the sunset just that much more beautiful for reflecting the light just in its own certain way. I was a part of a grand mystery Thursday night. The mystery of people joined together and moving together becoming one with the heavenly thing called music. It was beautiful to be a part of and to watch (even if N*th*n was wearing a skirt *snicker* %).) There were definately plenty of men there wearing skirts. And strangely enough N*th*n looked the least weird (though I still don't approve). It's deeply troubling to see a burly old man who looks like he should be a trucker or a Harley biker wearing a broom skirt. Most of the guys who wore skirts were a bit "off" if you know what I mean. That's why the girls who go to the dance who know N*t and who dance w/him regularly didn't approve of the skirt either. He's just not like that, and we DON'T want him confused with those who are creepy. But anywho... I do look forward to going back, and I can't wait to waltz again.

Shoot.. I wanna tell about my good friday night talk w/B but it's midnight and i need to get to bed. I was very good. And Somewhere in Time w/ Christopher Reeve and Jane Seymore (sp?), and The Sting w/Robert Redford and Paul Newman (minus one scene) are really good movies. Meet the Fockers is an incredibly stupid and crass movie. And I must be off to bed. I love you all dearly! G'night and sweetest of dreams!