Found an entry I'd e-mailed myself:
This weekend was lovely. Friday night was insanely stormy. Saturday was clear and windy, the pollen and pollution having been cleansed by the severe storms of Friday night. Saturday afternoon I read and relaxed in the back yard until it was time to go out. Ballet. At the Majestic Theater in downtown Dallas. Terrible venue, beautiful performance. The music was canned and not of a high quality canning, either. The seat set up in the mezzanine is such that, at best, I could see about half the stage - split into quarters, one on each side of the large head in front of me.
The audience was gauche in the extreme. They actually yelped after solos. No subtle bravos for this Texas crowd, but yelping as if they were at a rodeo. Many people showed up late and took their own sweet time getting down the row to their seat, for naturally as is found with most people who show up late to a ballet or symphony, they were in the middle seats. To complete the audience classiness, many people left in the middle of the final piece. While, I find this rude and disappointing, I can't complain too much for 5 of the people who left were in the seats directly in my line of sight; I did see the entirety of the last 20 minutes of the show.
Afterwards, K,T and I went dancing. Well, we went to a club to dance, but no dancing ensued. The music was the sort that should blare from the speakers of Freaknik cruisers, not for dancing. And the dance floor was filled with kids (18 and up) "dancing". They looked like five year olds who'd watched a p-rn flick and were simulating - awkwardly - what they'd seen.
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