Me, I'm not one for staying out like that anymore, especially not if I were trapped on a boat and wanting to leave and go sleep. Instead, I got to bed at a fairly decent hour so that I could make it to my 12:30 pre-ballet lunch date on time. Then it was off to Cipollino, a ballet that, believe it or not, is about a class war between fruits and vegetables (my review here). I thought it was a hoot but I'm a bit of a hard-core ballet fan; fortunately I went with another diehard, _la_mysterieuse, with whom I nattered about good and bad ballet like our lives depended on it for nearly every spare moment we were together. She's a pro-stories, not really liking modern person; I'm a love some stories, hate MacMillan, love a lot of modern type. In between we have Carlos Acosta. Both of us found this article on him rather insulting; worse yet, we agree that neither of us want to see him in modern. Ah well.
Tonight, meanwhile, was a stay at home night, which involved making tacos with wechsler (who met me at Covent Garden after the show), then playing some Carcasonne and watching a David Attenborough video on amphibians. Then he went home and I stayed up late writing my ballet review (i.e. until now). Why do I do this when I'm probably never going to get anywhere professionally with these things? Ah well, tomorrow I'll have two of them to write, since I'm going to the 3 PM mixed rep by the same company I saw today - oh, but wait, I'm going to a rock concert (Os Mutantes to be specific) for my evening show. Whew, what a relief, and I bet I can get it all written up in between the shows and then get to bed at a sensible time.