We were done with the Lyon Opera Ballet at a good time tonight, in plenty of time for me to have written this up hours ago, only now it's quite late and I'm worn out. The middle piece, by a British choreographer (Russell Maliphant) made all of our Seattle choreographers just look so tired. I'm embarrassed to say I got so caught up in the movement that I was kind of hypnotized watching it, especially during the bit where they just had tiny slots of light through which the dancers slid their arms (all hail the effect of E on the British arts establishment!). The William Forsythe thing was quite cool, but the male corps seemed to lack the precision of Pacific Northwest Ballet, and the performance suffered for their sloppiness. (There was also some strange bit at the end involving kind of a crazed woman wearing a toga ... not sure how it fit in but it seemed very early 70s. Otherwise, "Billy" showed that he is the best heir to the Balanchine legacy, I think.)
The final piece, Jardi Tancat, is frequently performed by PNB. I was sad to miss seeing the work by Jiri Kylian which it was filling in for, apparently because the ship with the set was waylaid by bad seas. Alas. Of course the company was great (Pam and ookla, and for all they're getting married Saturday they seem surprisingly sane and even willing to consider doing things at such a distant time as Sunday, when a Butoh performer will be at On The Boards. I think I have to go see it ... maybe I can go out again later with some other folks.
Tomorrow I'm hoping to hang after work with butterbee, for dinner and checking out her new hairdo (she actually called me to tell me about it, and I was excited she thought I was worth telling about it!) and "stuff," you know, girl stuff, while (hopefully) her boy and shadowdaddy get in a round of some PS2 action. And for now ... nightie night!