Oh the variety!
This weekend has been an exercise in opposites, but in the nicest sort of way. Saturday, after working at the ballet making beautiful things, I went home. She and I put on our gowns and headed out for dinner and then the opening night gala at PNB. We had a lovely meal at a local diner with a friend of mine from work and then we all gathered up our taffeta and headed to the show.
I love dancing. It seems to be the art form that speaks to me most clearly; music in physical form. So we saw a great show: several Balanchine pieces and a great piece called Red Angels which was hold-your-breath amazing. After the performance, there was a band and dancing and champagne. It was a lot of fun to see all the swanky people in their swanky clothes and to be out and doing some dancing of our own. She kept teasing me about the champagne and I kept elbowing people on accident. Different rules than at Hell, I guess.
The next morning, I took some aspirin and we all headed to the Puyallup Fair with some friends to look at the animals and the 4-H projects. I can now report authoritatively that animal smell, hay and elephant ears are no cure for a hangover. Nonetheless, we admired the cows and horses, dragged the boys through the quilts and knitting, and ate a lot of starch. I declined to go on any rides, caving to my goosey stomach, but the Ferris wheel and giant slide were enjoyed by others.
I love that we could go from the ballet to pigs in 12 hours.