Recently, my friend told me her hubby took her to the ballet. ‘What? Men do that?’ was my response. So of course I marched home like a woman scorned and demanded to be taken to the ballet. Once Jordan had stopped laughing and realised I was serious his response: ‘absolutely no @%&*!? way’. So my friend took matters into her own hands and surprised me with tickets to see Cinderella at the Royal Opera House. I was so excited - there is just something old-world and civilized about getting dressed up and watching the ballet, especially in the grandeur of the Royal Opera House.
We settled down into our seats and watched in awe as the orchestra started and beautiful dancers did their thing on stage. We joked about how the boys would have been asleep by the opening act, and then… well.. errrmm… don’t judge ok, but I kind of got sleepy (and we may or may not have left earlier). The performance and experience was breath taking but 3 hours? We just couldn’t last! Needless to say, we have been teased mercilessly for being uncultured!
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