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Went to San Francisco again today, this time with my dad.
Saw Movin' Out, which was pretty good once I got past the complete weirdness of people dancing a sort of mix of modern and traditional ballet style to Billy Joel music. The show actually inspired much mental dissonance -- a dance version of the Vietnam War to "We Didn't Start the Fire" and then a dream sequence in which dead American soldiers get up and dance to Billy Joel music were both incredibly strange.
But I haven't seen dance in a while, so it was a nice change. Sigh, watching things like this make me wish I could dance.
I also ate about ten times as much as was good for me ;). I figure, my dad likes fancy restaurants, he is paying, I don't get to go to fancy restaurants that often. Therefore, when I do, I should stuff myself like a pig. That's my philosophy.
Watching the show and going to the city made me miss the east coast for the first time in... hrm, probably for the first time ;). I suddenly flashed back to the boy driving me to the public library in the dead of winter and drinking soup in the little cafe there. And I miss New York. Not that I went that often, but still... it's possibly the only city in the world in which I actually sort of know my way around (sadly, this includes Taipei and Hsinchu). And I miss theater. SF doesn't have all too many options. Back in college, there was this school-sponsored thing in which you could bid on shows you wanted to see -- tickets were $15, including dinner and the bus ride, and usually we had orchestra seats. Really, really cool. That's how I got to see Chicago and Rent and Cabaret. Cabaret was particularly nifty because I had a seat at one of the tables so close that I could reach out and touch the stage. Yay subsidized entertainment ^_^.
I think I am now going to collapse from an excess of food.
Saw Movin' Out, which was pretty good once I got past the complete weirdness of people dancing a sort of mix of modern and traditional ballet style to Billy Joel music. The show actually inspired much mental dissonance -- a dance version of the Vietnam War to "We Didn't Start the Fire" and then a dream sequence in which dead American soldiers get up and dance to Billy Joel music were both incredibly strange.
But I haven't seen dance in a while, so it was a nice change. Sigh, watching things like this make me wish I could dance.
I also ate about ten times as much as was good for me ;). I figure, my dad likes fancy restaurants, he is paying, I don't get to go to fancy restaurants that often. Therefore, when I do, I should stuff myself like a pig. That's my philosophy.
Watching the show and going to the city made me miss the east coast for the first time in... hrm, probably for the first time ;). I suddenly flashed back to the boy driving me to the public library in the dead of winter and drinking soup in the little cafe there. And I miss New York. Not that I went that often, but still... it's possibly the only city in the world in which I actually sort of know my way around (sadly, this includes Taipei and Hsinchu). And I miss theater. SF doesn't have all too many options. Back in college, there was this school-sponsored thing in which you could bid on shows you wanted to see -- tickets were $15, including dinner and the bus ride, and usually we had orchestra seats. Really, really cool. That's how I got to see Chicago and Rent and Cabaret. Cabaret was particularly nifty because I had a seat at one of the tables so close that I could reach out and touch the stage. Yay subsidized entertainment ^_^.
I think I am now going to collapse from an excess of food.