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Annoying children and Alfred Boe.
Dec. 18th, 2005 11:15 pmMost ten-year-old boys should never, ever be allowed to go see a ballet. They should be taken to somewhere like Chuck-e-Cheese's and be allowed to run and scream and such as much as they like. Without distressing the other patrons. Patrons who paid good money to see a wonderful show.
In other words, I broke down and went to see The Nutcracker tonight. It was delightful, except for the fact that I was basically surrounded on all sides by annoying boys. I mean, it's a stinking ballet, how much interest can they have in it? If they were interested, then I imagine they would actually be on the stage performing. But no, they had to make make my life miserable. Why do I always get annoying children when I go to the theatre (channeling 1776 "I'm going to fall off the balcony during 'Mamma Look Sharp'" girl here)? And they talked and fought all the way through the show, with their parents sitting by and doing nothing! I attempted to think up of some painful way of making my displeasure known, like a knee to the head type thing, but couldn't think of anything that would look accidental. Because I'm sure the parents are of a type that would have taken me for all that I was worth and more in court if I whacked them on the back of their annoying little heads.
I was glad, however, that it was a ballet and not say a musical, as all of the talking that went around me would have been quite upsetting if it was during a show where there were speaking bits. There were also girls who decided to wave their arms around and do the ballet moves in their seats. Because obviously, we paid to see that. There was also a girl in the row in front of me that had her hair in a bun that was about four inches tall. I ask you, why would some mother put it up like that when you are seeing a show so it can block the view for the people behind them? It's not like it even looked pretty, it was just ridiculous looking. Idiots...
The ballet was pretty, though. And it was delightful to see another interpretation of it. One where I wasn't constantly comparing it to the one I was in (because I do that with the NCBE's production-the one I was in). Uncle Drosselmeire flew about and was actually in the Land of Sweets with Clara (we called ours Claire) the entire time. No soldier doll in the party scene, rather a bear. And it wasn't Candy Canes, but Pastorale. I wanted to start yelling "Heys!" during Russian, as that is what we got to do backstage during our production, though they probably wouldn't have appreciated it much. The scenery was breathtaking, as was the Opera House. It was worth the $25 just to be inside the theatre, it being all guilded and so ornate. Plus, that's where Little Women and Les Miserables are going to be, so I also got to scope the place out.
I think I like the Snow Scene the best.
Jen went to see Holiday Pops this afternoon. She bought the cd (even though Keith Lockhart was MIA for this performance). She showed me the cd. Guess who is on it? Alfred Boe! I made her make me a copy of the cd. So here is his version of O Holy Night.
And since I'm going home, have a Merry Christmas and if you requested Christmas cards, expect them by the end of January. Oops. Now back to packing and other useful endeavors.
P.S. I hate having to take the bus home.
In other words, I broke down and went to see The Nutcracker tonight. It was delightful, except for the fact that I was basically surrounded on all sides by annoying boys. I mean, it's a stinking ballet, how much interest can they have in it? If they were interested, then I imagine they would actually be on the stage performing. But no, they had to make make my life miserable. Why do I always get annoying children when I go to the theatre (channeling 1776 "I'm going to fall off the balcony during 'Mamma Look Sharp'" girl here)? And they talked and fought all the way through the show, with their parents sitting by and doing nothing! I attempted to think up of some painful way of making my displeasure known, like a knee to the head type thing, but couldn't think of anything that would look accidental. Because I'm sure the parents are of a type that would have taken me for all that I was worth and more in court if I whacked them on the back of their annoying little heads.
I was glad, however, that it was a ballet and not say a musical, as all of the talking that went around me would have been quite upsetting if it was during a show where there were speaking bits. There were also girls who decided to wave their arms around and do the ballet moves in their seats. Because obviously, we paid to see that. There was also a girl in the row in front of me that had her hair in a bun that was about four inches tall. I ask you, why would some mother put it up like that when you are seeing a show so it can block the view for the people behind them? It's not like it even looked pretty, it was just ridiculous looking. Idiots...
The ballet was pretty, though. And it was delightful to see another interpretation of it. One where I wasn't constantly comparing it to the one I was in (because I do that with the NCBE's production-the one I was in). Uncle Drosselmeire flew about and was actually in the Land of Sweets with Clara (we called ours Claire) the entire time. No soldier doll in the party scene, rather a bear. And it wasn't Candy Canes, but Pastorale. I wanted to start yelling "Heys!" during Russian, as that is what we got to do backstage during our production, though they probably wouldn't have appreciated it much. The scenery was breathtaking, as was the Opera House. It was worth the $25 just to be inside the theatre, it being all guilded and so ornate. Plus, that's where Little Women and Les Miserables are going to be, so I also got to scope the place out.
I think I like the Snow Scene the best.
Jen went to see Holiday Pops this afternoon. She bought the cd (even though Keith Lockhart was MIA for this performance). She showed me the cd. Guess who is on it? Alfred Boe! I made her make me a copy of the cd. So here is his version of O Holy Night.
And since I'm going home, have a Merry Christmas and if you requested Christmas cards, expect them by the end of January. Oops. Now back to packing and other useful endeavors.
P.S. I hate having to take the bus home.
