Thursday, February 20, 2014

The Ballet

What do you do when your sister announces that she's moving halfway across the country in two weeks?!  Why, you spoil her to every nice thing in the city in a desperate attempt to get her to stay, of course!  Because you always only do the nice things right before someone's about to move away for good.  Isn't that always the way?  And then you say, "We should have done this more often."

For instance, the ballet.  On a Tuesday.  Because we're damn classy broads.

My sister and I both seethed with jealousy and were completely awed at how well the ballerinas split their legs in the air while doing pirouettes at the same time.  I kid you not.  And then we both decided we hate them all.  Because really, they have such an unfair advantage already.

My sister and I were ballerinas once upon a time, did you know that?  Way back when my legs used to have muscle mass.  Gross.  Here's a picture of me on the stage back in the day.

If Balanchine had still been alive, he would have recognized my unquestionable talent and grace.  Alas, life is unfair sometimes, and he died two years before I was born.

Next on the agenda?  Luxurious dinners on the waterfront, walks through Golden Gate Park, and a midnight kidnapping to make sure Zoe stays put.  Don't tell.


  1. Your secret is safe with me as I only talk to Zoe pretty much when I come visit you and we run into her on the BART, or meet up with her. Where is she moving?? And why, WHY would she ever leave San Francisco?? Does she know that once she leaves the Bay Area, likelihood of ever being able to move back is slim to none **Ahem, example right here, ahem**

    And I was thrilled to see our picture on our blog. Those two whities were gorgeous then, and even better now! :D Racism for the win!

    1. She can always crash chez moi if and when she decides to come back! So can you, for that matter!

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    1. She's going off to Chicago. Yay for her, sad for me :(