Ovo

Cirque du Soleil...what an amazing show. The show this year was "Ovo."

We took the ferry into the city. I wore heels despite the lectures about the mile walk to the show. I defiantly walked the mile (which felt like way more) to the tents. As we got close, it started to rain.

We went into the Tapis Rouge, which is the VIP tent. Oh la la. It was dark inside, with red velvet couches sprawled around. Waiters walked around with trays of peanut chicken satay and braised pork sliders. I grabbed myself a glass of champagne and strolled up to the food bar. Little crackers with cream cheese and jelly, sushi rolls with grilled eggplant on top, skewers of kalamata olives and sweet, lemon cheese, and my favorite, prosciutto and mint leaf wrapped breadsticks completed the spread. I must have run back and forth to that food bar at least five times, grabbing satay and pork sliders on the way.

The hour went by fast, and the 5-minute until show time announcement was made. We headed into the other tent and got into our seats. The shows theme was bugs - the life, love, and trials and tribulations....of....bugs...

Shiny, green grasshoppers greeted us and made funny faces at the audience. Then the spiders, scarabs, and ants made a showing. I would not say it was my favorite Cirque (Allegria and Ka are up there for me), but it was very creative and magical. The king bug stole an egg from I think a cockroach, so there was a story about getting the egg back mixed in. At the very end of the show, thousands upon thousands of colored foil butterflies were released, and rained down on the audience. A butterfly was stuck to the corner of my eye, and in everyone's hair.

I was pretty wiped after the show, and we got in the bf's mom's friend's car and headed to the ferry building. Once on the ferry, I immediately passed out, and was ready to head home. We dropped the bf's mom home, and went back to the apartment. I was so tired that I didn't know what to do with myself. I hopped on the keyboard and reluctantly stopped with the Ode to Joy lesson, and moved on to Fur Elise, Mozart's 5th, and Pachabelle's Canon. I love, love, love how classical music sounds on a piano/kb. The bars lit red for me as my fingers chased the keys.

The bf came up to me, and rested his head on my head. It was bothering me, and I shrugged him off me. He got very irritable at me, and again complained that I am not affectionate with him. I got angry back. But, I got angry because I know he's right. I'm just not affectionate with him anymore. I can't force myself to be, and all night as he gave me the most amazing compliments on my new dress and makeup, I couldn't help but wish he would stop. He kept telling me he loves me so much. After I shrugged him off, he walked away angrily into the living room, and I knew he was pissed. I feel like a total jerk, because he deserves someone who will love him back the way he loves. But, we have had "the conversation" several times, and he knows where I stand. I'm beginning to wonder about some of those "options" of mine again. But, I have some other thoughts in mind, like starting to send out boxes of stuff I don't need, but want to keep to the folks in Florida sooner, rather than later.

I then heard a voice at the door. "Knock knock" it said. Oh god, it was the crazy ass neighbor. I mean out of her fucking mind, certifiably insane. "Knock knock" it said louder. I ignored the voice, hoping it would go away. But, oh no, not with this lady. I heard our door open, and heard the bf ask what she wanted. I thought she was inside our apartment, so I flipped off the kb and went out into the living room. She was begging for a cigarette and I gave her one. "Ok, bye," I said. (I know this sounds cold, but really, she is a nut) She started going on about a man 10 years younger than her wanted to have an affair with her. I told her I was really busy and had to go. She then told me if she did it with him, "she wouldn't be too loud." Ok, seriously, goodbye lady. I scooted her out the door, and we heard her verbally attacking another innocent neighbor. The woman should not be living alone, she is really unstable, and I do feel bad for her, but I just don't have the patience to deal.

I am off to the mochi pounding at the temple today. The past few days have been nonstop, and the "me" time has been close to nil. I imagine this will be a full day event, although I really hope it won't be. I have yet to do the laundry I was supposed to do before Christmas, and my clothes are in serious need of some tending to.