i had culture tonight!
today is my sister's birthday (everyone say "happy birthday!" :D ) and also the 80th anniversary of the death of bonnie and clyde. i did not mention that to her.
possibly to celebrate that, but mostly because my parents had tickets but my dad couldn't go (he had knee surgery yesterday), my mom and sister and i went out for dinner and then to the ballet. i don't know anything about ballet. i don't even know how to talk about it. we saw jewels, which is apparently a balanchine ballet - see? i know nothing - and i liked it. the first part was very pretty and very soothing, and the thing i like about it is that i can watch and admire and enjoy, and think about something else at the same time. i don't feel like i have to pay total attention like i would at a play. this might make me a bad ballet viewer, but whatever, it's not like i go to regular performances.
(i thought about the original fic idea that the steve/bucky au spawned. would you like a visual? i actually thought of this on the t home. so we're on the subway, and there are two guys, somewhere in their mid-twenties, standing on the train facing each other, going home from somewhere. the slightly taller, slightly solider, slightly darker-haired one has his arms around the slightly shorter, slightly slighter, slightly blonder one's waist and his head on the guy's shoulder, and the slightly shorter, slightly slighter, slightly blonder one has one arm around his friend and with his free hand he's hanging on to a strap. the slightly taller guy might be incredibly tired or kinda drunk - and actually he's mostly just exhausted, and the beer or two he had hit him harder than usual - but his feet are solidly planted and as long as the train doesn't slam to a halt, they'll stay upright. someone's looking at them very intently, and the slightly shorter guy snaps "what?" over his friend's shoulder, and the someone looks away.
(slightly shorter, slightly slighter, and slightly blonder is called jack - his mom named him john, after his good-looking, charming, irresponsible, unreliable father - and slightly taller, slightly solider, and slightly darker-haired is called quince - his full name is quincy salamon donat, and he hates all his names.
(someday they might be an actual story.)
now i'm watching cap 1, because it's on and i haven't had my daily dose of feels yet. it's still really weird to hear giant chris evans' voice coming out of skinny steve. i keep expecting him to look like, you know, captain america. like he can bench-press his own weight plus someone else's.
dorito commercial, hee. speaking of captain america.... :D
possibly to celebrate that, but mostly because my parents had tickets but my dad couldn't go (he had knee surgery yesterday), my mom and sister and i went out for dinner and then to the ballet. i don't know anything about ballet. i don't even know how to talk about it. we saw jewels, which is apparently a balanchine ballet - see? i know nothing - and i liked it. the first part was very pretty and very soothing, and the thing i like about it is that i can watch and admire and enjoy, and think about something else at the same time. i don't feel like i have to pay total attention like i would at a play. this might make me a bad ballet viewer, but whatever, it's not like i go to regular performances.
(i thought about the original fic idea that the steve/bucky au spawned. would you like a visual? i actually thought of this on the t home. so we're on the subway, and there are two guys, somewhere in their mid-twenties, standing on the train facing each other, going home from somewhere. the slightly taller, slightly solider, slightly darker-haired one has his arms around the slightly shorter, slightly slighter, slightly blonder one's waist and his head on the guy's shoulder, and the slightly shorter, slightly slighter, slightly blonder one has one arm around his friend and with his free hand he's hanging on to a strap. the slightly taller guy might be incredibly tired or kinda drunk - and actually he's mostly just exhausted, and the beer or two he had hit him harder than usual - but his feet are solidly planted and as long as the train doesn't slam to a halt, they'll stay upright. someone's looking at them very intently, and the slightly shorter guy snaps "what?" over his friend's shoulder, and the someone looks away.
(slightly shorter, slightly slighter, and slightly blonder is called jack - his mom named him john, after his good-looking, charming, irresponsible, unreliable father - and slightly taller, slightly solider, and slightly darker-haired is called quince - his full name is quincy salamon donat, and he hates all his names.
(someday they might be an actual story.)
now i'm watching cap 1, because it's on and i haven't had my daily dose of feels yet. it's still really weird to hear giant chris evans' voice coming out of skinny steve. i keep expecting him to look like, you know, captain america. like he can bench-press his own weight plus someone else's.
dorito commercial, hee. speaking of captain america.... :D