Journal 70 - Theatre

Journal 70

11-4-10

Today was a holiday of sorts, so there was no school (although I'd only have had the class with Russians today).

I meant to take the time to go get my dance shoes repaired -- and then I thought, "It's a holiday, they'll probably be closed," so I stayed in -- cleaned just a little (not enough), caught up with friends, and worked on my journal outlines.

I had made up my mind to not practice today, because my shoulder still hurt, and I knew I needed to rest it.

Thankfully, faced with the boredom of an evening cooped up inside, one of my friends Pete introduced me to, Elena, invited me out to go to a theatre show. With nothing else planned, and wanting a distraction from the disappointments of the week, I said, "Sure!!"

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Show = "Bol'shoi Can Can" -- "Big Can Can"

It seemed more like a collection of little skits.

Had some ticket snafus -- Elena had a friend at the theatre -- she was kind of upset because normally he can get her tickets in the main parterre, but we were given balcony seats -- then he put us in a little side wing of the parterre, but then we got kicked out of those seats -- then we got put back in them… It was weird!

I didn't understand everything -- but the music was GREAT! And the things that I did understand were typically quite funny. Including, and I hate to say it, a bit of French-bashing.

Now, all of my friends known I love French, and I hate French-bashing, but the writing and the delivery of the following was just amazing, and hysterically funny:

From "Big Can Can"

Female Speaking: "I adore the French!"

Male (pursuing her): "[How can you] Adore the French!? ... They eat frogs..."

I was in stitches. Ha ha ha!

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We stopped into Liga for a little bit; Natasha couldn't join us -- she said she'd, "poisoned" herself, and didn't feel good. (The verb she used literally means, "to poison oneself." It was funny, aside from the fact that she was sick.)

I felt kinda bad -- Pete went to give me a hard time about something, in his usual, joking manner -- but because I've had all this latent stress and upsets on my shoulders, I snapped at him, and basically threw the sarcastic joking back in his face.

It seriously almost turned into a mini-meltdown, and Pete, I am SO sorry for that.

Then I sucked it up, calmed down, and we just chilled out, Elena and I, for about an hour.

It wasn't a bad time -- Pete was going over-the-top on playing the "Bartender" role with Elena -- which was absolutely, side-splittingly hilarious! It got even better as we were saying goodbye.

You see, we have a tradition, Pete and I, that no matter what, I can't leave until he gives me a kiss on the cheek goodbye (and vice versa) -- and no matter what, he always makes sure to give me my kiss goodbye before I go! [It's sweet, how he humors me.] So, I got my kiss goodbye, and Elena goes to give him a kiss, and Pete backs up and says, "No, no, no, ma'am. I can't kiss customers," still playing his exaggerated Bartender role.

Elena pouts on it, and Pete continues, "What? Have I not done my job? Have I not made you a good beverage, served it to you in a timely manner, brought your change to you quickly? Would you like to speak with a manager?"

At this point, I am DYING of laughter on my barstool. Elena doesn't quite think it so funny -- but she says, "Yes." -- and I start laughing even harder.

Pete goes to go talk to a few of his managers, and disappears for a moment, motioning to me, "Wait a moment…"

When he returns… He's brought, "The Complaint Book" with him!!!!!!!!

And what's more, Elena actually wrote a complaint!!!!! Ha ha ha ha ha!!! Priceless.

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Got home, talked with friends, journaled, and watched a PBS documentary that they did on the Marine Corps -- which I found from seeing a clip on Mulzoff's Facebook. Whoo hoo.

Love,

Moscow Kitty

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