April 25th, 2007

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Is this a well-rested day I see before me?

I was so exhausted I went to bed shortly after 10 PM last night. I got a phone call at 10:30 that actually woke me up ("My God! Is there an emergency at work?"), but ... I still think I'm at something close to the ten-hour mark, an unheard of luxury on a school night.And now, it's 8:20, and I'm actually ready to leave early enough to walk to work. I'll be in good shape for the Mahabharatha at Sadler's Wells tonight, that's for sure. And tomorrow is the ballet with itsjustaname and bathtubgin, and somehow I've got to have my packing done for the weekend in time for my Friday departure to work ...

Last night was tacos and a round of Lunch Money, the first time I'd played it since shadowdaddy brought it back. wechsler, J and I had a good time as snippy school girls beating each other up at the Tube station while we waited on the platform on our way to class; but shadowdaddy disabled me with a roundhouse and a poke in the eye and I went home crying to my mummy. Oddly, it was wechsler who won, reducing the previously bullying shadowdaddy to zero points with a well aimed jab from the elbows and possibly a de-pantsing. I thought this would be a great game to play with spikeylady and babysimon - the roleplaying is a hoot!

I dreamed I was getting ready to move to LA, as I'd been accepted into a PhD program in film criticism - but I was not really feeling like moving again and not enjoying going through all my stuff. I wonder if that means I'll wind up staying put here?
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Brief review of Mahabharatha at Sadler's Wells

One sentence review: "It was so almost there!"

Moment of unintentional irony: Draupadi singing, "When will this end? When will this end? It ends now ..." (making me slap shadowdaddy's arm with joy that our freedom is near).

This did not hit the baddicle of Northwest Lyric Opera's Carmen - though the technical difficulties with the mikes, leading to CRACKLE CRACKLE CRACKLE as people walked across stage and then NOTHING as people actually spoke their lines - did bring back certain memories. But there was a lot of dancing and good stagecraft that had me very caught up in what was going on, borrowin from Kathak dance with, er, a bit of Westernization.

And then ... well, there were the bits when people were singing. It was like Disney musicals (or for me, Andrew Lloyd Weber), where the music is pappy blandum and the lyrics are ... I don't know, cardboard. "Where is the man I love?" sang Draupadi FOUR TIMES as she walked across the stage. I could only assume he was hiding from her, as I, sitting in my balcony seats, wished I could do. And if Krishna was a god, why was he always picking up crap from the stage? That's for menials, not supernatural beings; he should have just been able to wave his arms and make it disappear (or at least not been spotlit while being helpful).

At an rate: not exactly "three hours of my life I'll never get back," but certainly money poorly spent. And our opinion seemed widely shared by the audience members upon whom we eavesdropped after the show. Please, folks, give this one a pass. It's pretty much sold out anyway and with luck it will die a natural death.