Okay, so I left Carmina Burana half way through. Thing is, I was watching my childhood ballerina from my jewelery box writhe around on the floor in a very unlady like manner. I’m scarred. Also, the dancers were doing the latest Wal-Mart ad where they roll-back the prices. Seriously.
The show was amazing. The skill, the music, the sound, was great. There are two things I left with:
1. I want to play the kettle drums, and
2. I want to learn Latin.
I left at intermission. So what? I found my need for tuna sashimi won the battle against ballet. I managed to find a spot at the sushi bar at Japanese Village. Sammy was serving. “That guy” showed up who is always there when Michael and I are there. There was a lady from Ireland with her friends. There was the adorable couple who used to own a Ferrari, who now own a sustainable farm in Duncan. We all drank too much. We were basically living Carmina Burana. We drankus too muchus sakius. We becameus too friendlyus. But we had a good time, the bunch of us, and that is all that matters. Love life. Enjoy life. We were able to do it, unlike the dancers, without cramps, or worry about arthritic knees.
Apology for lack of photos. This trip to YYJ was supposed to be a break from blogging, so didn’t bother with a camera.