The Ballet Report

Unfortunately, things did not work out as we planned. Brandon was really sick with the flu or something else that makes all your food come back up. He was really miserable all day so I ended up recruiting an old roommate to go to the ballet with me. It was so fun, and really beautiful performances.
One of the funny highlights was when I was waiting in the bathroom line at intermission that went way out the door. I asked one of the ushers walking by if there were any other bathrooms and she told me this was my best bet. She looked down at my large belly and said, but I can just take you to the front of the line if you need it. It was really tempting, an offer I've never had before - front of the bathroom line! I said I would survive though and waited my turn.
When we were walking back to the car we were chatting while we waited for the light to change and this guy in front of us was smoking. I was a little disgusted, but figured the light would change in a second. He kept looking back at me, and then as we were walking across the street he informed me that if someone is smoking around me I should tell them to "*%&$@# put it out", and then he chucked his cigarette into the street. I thanked him. I don't know if I will take his advice word for word, but I do try to avoid cigarette smoke as much as possible.
Of course, when I got home Brandon wanted me to reenact the show. I did my best to demonstrate some of the moves. It was pretty pathetic of course, but I think he got the general idea.