Stephanie and I went to the Ballet tonight in SF to see Cinderella.  It was ok, as Ballet just isn’t my thing.  I have to admit there were some really cool parts, both visually and comically.  I’m too much a person that likes witty banter, and comical nuance.  These things are really hard to get across in a ballet.  There was a scene where Cinderella was taught how to dance by the seasons, and I just didn’t understand it.  At first I thought she spent a year learning to dance, but the ball was later that night.  Then I thought that she retroactively had been taught by her experiences throughout life, but that just didn’t fit the story.  I’d say I’m looking for meaning where there is none.

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