There's something about going to the ballet, to watch one of the worlds most renown dancers, Sylvie Guillem, mesmerize the audience (and your boyfriend) with her amazing gracefulness and sweeping movements, in an ancient marble amphitheater, with the sun setting behing the stones, surrounded by diplomats and celebrities, and then falling, FALLING! on the steps as you leave, and practically taking out three little old ladies on your way down.
Why behave with dignity when I can just be myself.
N.B. - and NO, I wasn't even sauced up.
5 comments:
your life really is God's comic strip!! But at least its fun :)
Dr. D
I told you to practice with those silettos in your apartment before you venture out. Funny, you never lost your balance dancing on a table in a club (all sauced up). Must be love. JP
You were poetry in motion.
Stumbling is the ballet of us normal folks. :-)
Sometimes we just have the urge to do our own "interpretive dance" in life. At times it is poetry in motion. At times it is a haiku written by a 3 year old.
At least you didn't do it during the performance when you would have had a much larger audience. And at least you didn't have to wear the tights.
Well at least you aren't going to go unoticed. So, is the shine of Greece starting to wear off yet? Missing the New York style pizza?
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