Last weekend was the Weekend of Stressful Dance. For one reason or another, I was on pins and needles the whole time. Saturday was the solo qualifier. It was really hectic, but I got to see so many of my dear friends! I also got to see a lot of talented soloists in between shuffling music with the dj.

Saturday night, I saw the Ballet perform Gnawa, Petite Mort, and Black Tuesday. They were simply amazing. I had to work again on Sunday, and I made a point of slipping in near the back so I could watch Petite Mort again. The first few minutes of the ballet are performed in complete silence, with the male dancers doing complicated choreography with foils. It takes their total and utter concentration to pull it off and the effect is mesmerizing. Well.... Sunday afternoon, an older lady in the very back row got confused and started yelling seconds in to the performance. It happened four times. I thought I was going to have a heart attack. I lost all concentration, so I can't even imagine how our poor dancers felt!

And! And! This other older lady called me ignorant when I didn't know the name of a performer who had given a concert at the PAC earlier last week!!! In the small theater, nonetheless! People always assume that we work at the PAC, and don't realize that all the groups that perform there are completely separate entities. I was just trying to make polite conversation with this lady and she got all huffy at me! I did, however, dazzle her with my intellect when she later asked me what Petite Mort meant: little death. I refrained from telling her that in this context, it generally means an orgasm. I thought that might be too much information for her....

Anyway, I'm back in OKC now, enjoying my day off. Have a good one!