Wednesday, February 16, 2011
The first post of my recently dehijacked blog...
So. This day showed up on the calendar pretty recently:
Don't use the term Single Awareness Day on my blog, please. It makes me want to gag. Here's my philosophy: Valentine's Day is just another day that overly schmoopy people use as an excuse to show an excessive amount of PDA while those around them do their best not to throw up in their mouths. I have made the decision that it's ridiculous to feel depressed on Valentine's Day. If I'm going to be unhappy about not having a boyfriend then I can do that on any other day of the calendar year. I mean, when it comes down to it, it's just as effective to be depressed on April 30th as it is on February 14th. I came to the conclusion that I was going to use Valentine's Day as an excuse to purchase these:
Can I just say huzzah for the student discount with Ballet West? Half off tickets? Yes, please!
Sara the Theare Fairy and I also indulged in a little of this:
Heaven in the form of pasta and flat bread from Noodles and Company. Between the Pesto Cavatappi and the next delight there was some lovely shopping at Old Navy. That was followed very closely by this:
This last picture almost didn't make it on this blog. You see, just after I snapped it the grouchy guard (ie usher) came, very curtly tapped me on the shoulder and said, "Excuse me, miss. You are not allowed to take photos in the theatre." I almost expected her to demand my camera so she could delete the picture. I was mortified. I mean, I'm sure that the flash taking photos of the curtain could cause mass panic and all, but I was on the mezzanine. Like anyone could even see the flash. Please, Grouchy Pants McGee.
Here is where I dissolve into a mess of ohhhs and ahhhs and technical ballet terms that half the people who read this blog won't really care about or even understand. Suffice it to say, it was bliss. After getting off on the wrong floor in the parking garage, being stuck in traffic and not being able to drive properly, there was some of this:
Right? Don't be jealous of how awesome my life is. I can't even believe it sometimes. Until I can find a guy who's willing to feed me pasta, let me go shopping at Old Navy, sit next to me while I melt over The Sleeping Beauty and then feed me Molten Chocolate Cake, I'll stay single.