Just home from the ballet. I love going to the Nutcracker around Christmas. I haven't been for a few years, but am always happy when I go.
I know I've mentioned in the past my particular appreciation for the costuming in ballet, especially for the *ahem* men. This time round the women around us also appreciated the costuming as well. At first the girls in front of us snickered when they saw the bulges, to the chagrin of my viewing partner. "How infantile!" she exclaimed. Towards the end of the second half the ladies beside us exclaimed how hot the one guy was and how enormous he looked. I would never tell that to strangers; even I have my limits.
Still... it was totally true. I know they wear some sort of cup to stop from bouncing around. (This part in "Juno" made me laugh because it's exactly the reason I can't watch long distance running/marathons. Those shorts are distracting and a little frustrating to watch. Sausage swords...) But, seriously, there was packaging EVERYwhere.
The actual costumes were quite lovely, as were the sets. I forgave them the canned music rather than a symphony because everything else was pretty great.
I realised as well that it was 7 years ago tonight that I sat in the Auditorium in Chicago in the 12th row for $10 to watch the Nutcracker. Wish I were there now.
The thing about the ballet that makes me laugh is people treat it like figure skating. In skating, when someone lands a jump people clap. People were doing the same tonight, which is a little distracting and normally clapping should be saved. I also can't believe the things people wear out to cultural events. Dresses with closures found on swimsuits are a brave choice for the ballet. I also realised that one of the reasons I like the ballet is the symmetry. Often movements are in even numbers and there are usually an even number of dancers. This appeals to my even counting obsessive-compulsive tendencies.
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