Ballet, Faces, Jazz and Catherine Tate.

1. I will be seeing Tchaikovsky’s Sleeping Beauty on Sunday. I’ll be taking a guest. I told her that she could pay me back (for the ticket) with her ballet knowledge. When I printed out the receipt for the tickets (from TicketMaster), I noticed that the ‘convenience charge’ for each ticket was $327.50. Yes, you read that correctly. The total bill was over $700.

Needless to say, that’s a goddamn lot of ballet knowledge.

2. I forget what people look like unless I see them a lot. For instance, I met someone a few days ago and even though I got a good look at them, I can’t picture them any more. After my first date with Boss, I remember telling her, on the phone, “I can’t remember what you look like.” All I can remember is an impression, but no specifics. What the hell?

3. I know a woman who will proclaim, “I hate jazz!” And you know what? It cracks me up every time. Sometimes I think she’s the only one with the balls to say it. I’m only a minor fan of jazz; sometimes I find it tiresome. I know it’s a little ridiculous, but it seriously makes me laugh every single time she says it.

4. Catherine Tate, I bet you hate Jazz.