Ballet, Fondue, Naked people and paint, Little Filthy and lemonade.
1. In case you hadn’t heard, I went to the ballet on Sunday. You know what this means? It means I r culchurd. It was good and more meaningful to have gone with someone (The Ballerina) who knows what the heck is going on. Unfortunately, The Ballerina was seated behind a woman with BIG! HAIR! who unwrapped a lot of candy during the performance… enough that she may have gained a pound during the show. After the show, we ate ourselves stupid at a fondue place. The Ballerina had fondue the first time I met her. In fact, I’m not sure she eats anything other than fondue. Apparently, ballerinas run on cheese. Did you know?
2. I almost just said, “Mmmmm, fondue.” but then I realized that I eat anything and everything so I could have just as easily have said, “Mmmm, food.” Let’s face it, I could practically say, “Mmmmm, things that fit in my mouth.” Practically, people. I said practically. Don’t get carried away.
3. In case you missed it, check out Avitania‘s blog about the wild night she and her husband had with Bev and LynchSeattle. Lots of naked people. And paint. I’m not sure Chicago has something like that. But, if they do, I have a feeling Plush would want to go.
4. Little Filthy has been trailing me like a bad odor lately. He won’t let me out of his sight. I went to get the paper and he barked at me as I locked the door. When I opened it, he was right there staring at me. I chased him down the hall and at one point he was at the end of the hall on the rug, looking back at me, butt in the air, ready to bolt in case I gave chase again. I leaned down and pulled on the end of the hallway rug, pulling him toward me. You could tell that he had no idea what was going on as the floor seemingly moved below him. He was afraid to move until he was about 6 inches from me. Then I growled and grabbed him. I think he dropped his blob.
5. I drank about two quarts of lemonade that I thought had a funny taste to it. But, whatever, I drank it. I just finished the last of it and realized that the taste is soap. Or cilantro. Nope, pretty sure it’s soap.
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Just a random attorney writing about daily life with Little Filthy, my rotten dog.
April 14th, 2008 at 11:18 pm
The Little Red studio is actually a nice place with a lot of nice people, I end up there every now and again
Of course, I was first taken there for last year’s halloween bash by my now ex-boyfriend, and had just turned 21, and had never heard of the place. Or what it was all about.
Needless to say, in my corset and rufflebutt panties, I felt very, very overdressed.
April 14th, 2008 at 11:54 pm
While we were there, we kept saying, RandomEsq would write the best blog entry about this evening. Perhaps we’ll have to drag you and Plush there should you make it out to our neck of the woods.
April 15th, 2008 at 7:09 am
1. I don’t know why but in my mind I can’t quite picture candy being sold at the ballet. It seems so out of context to me. Hrm.
2. When I was climbing in Switzerland a few years back I desperately wanted to try some authentic fondue. The guy I was climbing with told me he didn’t want to eat fondue with me because fondue was “gay”. So there you go.
3. Your name came up more than a few times at Little Red Studio
Most. Bizarre. Night. Ever.
4. Our dogs think we’re celebs. Bev and I are like Brangelina to our pups
April 15th, 2008 at 7:51 am
People just don’t know how to behave at performances anymore. They eat, text, answer cell phones, talk, rustle programs endlessly, take photos, screech and cat call at the end, dress like slobs, walk in and out during pieces instead of waiting until a piece ends, and unwrap cough drops very loudly, among other bad behavior. Don’t get me started! Oh. I already am
My mom makes fondue every Christmas Eve. We all look forward to it!
It’s very 70′s.
Naked people and paint. Sounds like a great (or maybe not) photo op. LOL.
Oh. Little filthy sounds cute, if I liked dogs. But I don’t. But you’ll miss the little bugger someday, so appreciate him now. Wow. That’s kind of a downer of a sentiment, isn’t it?
Peace
April 15th, 2008 at 10:47 am
As Chivahn said, the people could not have been friendlier or more welcoming. it’s clear that the studio has a lot of supporters and long-time participants – probably because of the camaraderie and supportive environment.
That being said, I wasn’t expecting so much audience participation and would have been much more comfortable as an observer. I had gone in expecting a Zumanity-like experience so needless to say, I wasn’t expecting to paint naked people
I gave them both nice Kaballah-ish red bracelets with my paint. I chose not to partake in the “blessing” ritual at the end because I was afraid of spontaneously bursting into laughter out of sheer uncomfortableness (a made up word, but it fits!)which would have been quite rude.
I think it’s great that the cast and participants can express themselves this way- it’s just not for me *shrug*.
April 15th, 2008 at 11:43 am
I shall refrain from sharing my opinon of people who eat at the ballet…okay no I wont, because that’s not my style. It’s uber tacky. Eat before you get there people!! God almighty that makes me nuts. I love the ballet, I only get to go once a year, don’t ruin it for me!! (okay I feel better now…)
I actually own a fondue pot, I enjoy just about anything dunked in warm, gooey chocolate… and despite my food issues I’ll get over it when chocolate is involved. I honestly can’t think of much I wouldn’t put in my mouth if you shoved it into warm chocolate first… wait, that didn’t sound right…
Avitania’s post had me laughing out loud. SO Funny, I want to go paint nekkid people now!
The reason I have pugs is because they are not very descriminate… they think I’m Fab. The occasional belly rub and game of find the bobo and you’re their hero for life. I’ll admit it…I like being worshipped, if that makes me shallow I’m okay with that.
LOL… soapy lemonade huh? Now I can’t get the juvinile image of you burping soap bubbles a la Spanky and the Gang out of my mind.
T
April 15th, 2008 at 11:53 am
PS “fondue” is even a ballet term! it means “to melt” – so to fondu in ballet you bend your legs in a particular way.
April 15th, 2008 at 11:59 am
1. Big hair and unwrapping candy @ the ballet? That’s grounds for a little hair pulling & slapping around. I would’ve kicked her chair. But that’s just me.
2. Yum.
3. Love the LRS & the people. Told Avitania we’re bringing our own paintbrushes next time.
4. Who DOESN’T LIKE DOGS? WTF?
5. Ew.
April 15th, 2008 at 4:59 pm
Chivahn – I think I’ll be hitting Seattle the second weekend in June. If we go see a show, you must come with!
Avitania – And you *know* I would be writing about it and embarrassing everyone involved.
LynchSeattle – 1) I agree – it feels like a movie thing to eat candy. At least there was no popcorn. 2) Fondue is gay? Who knew? 3) Heh. Not sure if I should be flattered or worried that the show prompted my name. 4) Great analogy!
Brenda, you can’t tell but I’m givin’ you the eye. Please to be ‘splainin’ your dislike of the mutts. The world wants to know.
Bev – Can you imagine if you had to be in a performance for one night? You and I would ask someone to paint our face so we weren’t recognized.
Tiffany – The Ballerina owns a fondue pot, too! That’s commitment. And yes, pugs aren’t too picky. I dig it! And burping bubbles is the exact image that came to my mind, too.
Janet Reno – Still cringing at the name but it does make me laugh. Well, who knew (about the fondu term) – interesting! Now I will be bastardizing it and using it as such, “The pretty woman at the grocery store winked at me and I fondued.”
Lily – Her hair was quite remarkably. That’s a lot of dippity-do. And yes, not liking dogs is so unusual, it makes me curious. Want some lemonade?
April 15th, 2008 at 10:19 pm
Uh oh. The eye. I’m ascared. Please, not the eye. Anyway. I don’t really dislike ALL dogs. Just most. There have been a few: Wolf, Snowy, Rascal, and Rita, who I did really like, love, actually. So I jest. I just don’t want a dog. Too much work. I had pets for 15 years. I can’t go through them dying again. Too hard. So that’s the scoop (I don’t like licking and yipping, either
April 15th, 2008 at 11:06 pm
Hi, Brenda – Ohhh, I can understand not wanting one…but not liking them made me tilt my head (not that there’s anything wrong with that).
Fortunately, LF doesn’t lick too much. I’m not helping things, though, because I thought it would be clever to teach him how to lick on command and he’s getting pretty good at it.
April 15th, 2008 at 11:20 pm
Possibly! I work 12 hour days Friday-Monday, so it makes doing anything on the proper weekends tough
April 15th, 2008 at 11:22 pm
Then I’ll just have to come give you a tacklehug at work. You know, whatever it takes to embarrass you.
April 15th, 2008 at 11:38 pm
Well, your dog DOES look kinda cute, based on your avatar, I mean
But the licking? Ugh!
April 16th, 2008 at 10:10 pm
Haha, try your best! I’m rarely embarassed. I’m an overly eccentric, pink haired, pierced 21 year old.
April 22nd, 2008 at 1:25 pm
Nah, I wouldn’t be interested. That show was way more tame than the kind of naked-people-and-paint parties I’m accustomed to – I’m only interested when I get to be one of the naked canvases.
Or the base for a human banana split. Now THAT was a fun evening…
April 22nd, 2008 at 11:00 pm
Plush.
I’m afraid to ask.
Unless a demonstration is involved.
Then –
Bring it.
Sincerely,
R.