I went to see Coppelia on Friday night, it was stunning and I had wonderful seats thanks to the generosity of James, who also happened to be sitting next to me. The ballet was bright and infectious, I wore my excited five year old grin for most of it and even texted my mum in the interval to say how good it was. I desperately wanted to be a ballet dancer as a child and went to many many lessons, forced my parents to watch me in many shows and then finally worked out at age 8 that I was completely lacking in rhythm and grace so I hung up my ballet shoes and took up some other ridiculous hobby.
A night of culture in a beautiful city what else could a woman ask for. Well perhaps not to have woken up the next day with a hangover so bad I pleaded with The Talented Mr. Rigby to take me to hospital and a big graze on my knee. What happened?
OOh, I’ve never been to a ballet. I’d love to go sometime though. And I was always far to clumsy to be a dancer. 😦
OOh, I’ve never been to a ballet. I’d love to go sometime though. And I was always far too clumsy to be a dancer. 😦
“They don’t treat hangovers in hospital” is apparently not the right answer to give on a saturday morning, whilst still half asleep and feeling rough yourself.
“if you get yourself ready I will take you” is, however, a very good delaying tactic.
*ouch* just think about the ballet and not your poor head, sugar…besides, it’s never a hangover, just not enough sleep….or so i tell myself 😉
You are right savannah I am going to go with not enough sleep tomorrow!
where are you, sugar? *beginning to fret*