First of all, baby chickens are complete maniacs. It's really hard to sit on the couch with them and watch tv. Maybe they get more snuggly with age? Like labrador retrievers? I'll keep you posted on how it goes.
We also recently discovered that when you are at the Wang you can take your drink into the theater with you. We discovered this when our friend bought a bottle of water. He was in the process of stuffing it into his pants when an usher said, "it's okay, sir. You can take that in with you." You nearly always learn something new when you take boys to the ballet with you.
Yes, we went to a musical one night and the ballet the next. We are sooooo cultured.
The next bit is something I am sure will fascinate you.
When I listen to opera, I like the ones where someone dies at the end. I like them nice and tragic. When I listen to other kinds of music, it cannot be melancholy. Except for Mellon Collie and the Infinite Sadness, which is three shades of awesome. One year I deep-sixed Tori Amos until spring. It was just too much. Too bittersweet. Too close to what I was leaning toward anyway. I needed something to lift me up, not push me over the edge. So, when I am not listening to Mussorgsky, I like me some Shiny Toy Guns, Beastie Boys, Fleet Foxes, and Belle & Sebastian. I am a music twit.
Meanwhile, I recently introduced a friend to opera. She likes it when they have happy endings. And when she is not listening to opera with happy endings? She likes to wallow in some Lucinda Williams. Her Tori Amos cd stayed in her car stereo for 2 years. Mine stayed in the trunk for 2 years.
What do you make of that?
And am I playing the wrong music for the chickens?