Jessica took me to my first ballet tonight at the Kennedy Center. Sleeping Beauty tells the timeless rumor about the angry ol' bitty who put an entire kingdom to sleep because they didn't invite her to a little girl's birthday party. Girls goes to sleep for a long time. A young man with a narcolepsy fetish finds the 15-year-old coma patient, kisses her. She wakes up, immediately slaps him with a #metoo lawsuit and the curtain draws.
I felt I learned a valuable history lesson, here.
Joking aside, the ballet was a new and generally welcome experience. I never knew everything was pantomimed. The live music was, as always, richer than any screen-based experience could offer. I spent much of the time wondering if the ballerinas were supposed to be in perfect sync with each other or if they were supposed to have some general play among them while performing the same dance move together -- that's a genuine curiosity. Why I paid attention to that part, I'm not sure.
When the ballerinas danced as part of the storytelling, I could keep up -- and awake, though to be fair, I was rather tired before the evening began. When they danced for what seemed to be the sake of dancing, I started to doze.
Jessica and I sat in the back in somewhat cramped seating, but we had fun with those sitting around us before the performance and during the welcome intermission. For my photos, we were not allowed to take any during the performance, so you'll just have to go to experience it for yourself.
I'm glad I went. It was a unique experience not everyone has enjoyed and one many wish they could but haven't been able to. I do want to see the nutcracker at some point, but other than that, I'll not soon return to see a ballet. The dancers were beautiful and graceful, the music lovely and full, but the ballet is not for me.