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  1. Wednesday, July 12, 2017

    went to the ballet last night, those bastards 

    it was Dudamel conducting a few Russian numbers you know so well, and the most famous black ballerina in the world, Misty Copeland

    it was all Amber’s idea and since i usually call the shots in life, we made her request come true.

    weird thing about ballets at the Bowl: they start pretty much on time, complete with an introductory performance of the National Anthem (?) immediately followed by the rock.

    there was a huge lineup at the gate so we walked allllll the way over to the back side which was smart, but after picking up some food we were a tad late getting to our seats and because the Bowl is fancy, they dont let you sit down until the movement has moved on. when we got to our row we excused ourselves and made it to where we were supposed to sit and there was lady there. older. she had lots of picnic baskets. she seemed surprised that we wanted to sit in our seats.

    it was very uncomfortable because now the movement was going again.

    “they should have come on time,” said one lady behind us with all the judgement she could muster.

    the older lady in our seat holding her wine glass was really confused, how would she get through the row with all of her stuff. LORD HELP YOU SIT ON A BENCH FOR 90 MINUTES WITHOUT ALL THE FOOD AND DRINK IN THE WORLD.

    when she eventually got moving i heard, “look what they are doing to the poor woman!”

    ive been to hundreds of rock shows. ive never heard such hate from another concert-goer as these classical fans.

    finally she left. we sat frozen trying to be good people. and before we knew it it was time for the intermission. at first we thought it was just a quick break because the show had started like 20 minutes before, but no, we were in store for a half hour intermission.

    whatever, ate Hollywood Bowl sushi, drank a Mexicoke and noticed the older lady was still wandering around looking for a home. poor dear.

    the girls next to us were there for this handsome ballet dude. they cheered for him so hard. cute. but most of the place was there for Misty. lots more people of color in the seats than i expected. great to see. also way more kids there than i thought would be there.

    music was great. i love great musicians. dancing was meh. ballet is dead.

    afterwards we cruised along hollywood blvd.

    and never once did we talk about how the xbi made me go to urgent care because they forgot they had put a tiny explosive in my side and forgot to get it removed.

    today i have to have a liquid diet because tomorrow i am having my colon scoped. joy.