A Movable Ballet

Catherine and I went to the San Francisco Ballet. We sat in the orchestra section and watched the first act. It was a short, choreographed number that absolutely blew Catherine and I away for reasons I no longer recall.

We all got up after the first act, stood in orderly lines, and then boarded open-air trolleys which then transported the audience outside and through the streets of town. We were driven slowly by this grassy field of women, dressed alike in white dresses, who were sitting still at identical tables and starting languidly at us as we passed by.

I realized that this was the second act and was again blown away by the opera. Catherine was moved to proclaim her admiration for the genius of Michael Tilson Thomas, who apparently was doing double duty at the SF opera. We continued past, excited to see exactly what more mind-blowing overly-creative operatic experiences lay ahead.