(day 5 of 7in7, and I am stumped.  I think I will write a review of the ballet, even though I don’t know if I can make more than 20 words out of it. Here we go…)

Saturday night, Doug and I went on a date to the ballet. This was both of our first ballet. I learned a few things that night.  We’ll take it from the top.

1. At the ballet, everything is sophisticated…except how they serve drinks.  Take my friend, Annie, for example.  Bless her heart, she ordered a beer and it came in a sippy cup – with a lid and a straw. Keeping it classy, ballet.
   
2. I also learned that some men and women don’t care if they look naked in front of hundreds of people.  This is literally a reoccurring stress dream for me, but for these folks they actually get paid to do it, and I hope they enjoy it.  
3. I also learned that you can give me a fancy date, a nice dress, some eyeliner and lip gloss, but then those little dancers prance out and I hear the pitter-patter of their little feet from the balcony, and I turn into a child.  I got so tickled at that sound and even gave Doug a little nudge to invite him to join me.  I don’t know why I thought that was so funny, but I was quickly reminded of my immaturity and maybe that I didn’t belong at the ballet.
4. I learned that Doug has a slightly inflated perception of his dancing abilities.  He thought the women dancers were pretty impressive, but claimed that he could do most of the moves that those men were doing.  To which, I invited him to show me just one or two of those.  He respectfully declined.
5. And lastly, I learned that Doug and I…we love a lot of things…but I just don’t think the ballet is one of them. I watched three different…uh, what do you call them?…sets?…three different ballets?  Ugh. This is evidence that I am not a ballet person. Whatever you call them, there were three of them and after each one, I scrambled through the program to find out what in the world I just watched. They are supposed to tell stories, and I suppose to some people, they do. But I was not one of them.

Alright y’all. That’s how the Browns felt about the ballet. The opinions expressed here do not represent any validity about ballets and their contribution to culture. We are just lame.