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Last night we went to the ballet. I wanted to see the Israeli ballet style – more Russian or more New York? Like I know what I'm talking about. Seriously they used music by Erik Satie, and that's why I wanted to go. We got total nosebleed seats. It was three different short ballets by three different troupes (the one we wanted to see was second, "Things I Told Nobody") and I thought: well, variety is good. The program had typos in it (they misspelled the name of the ballet, awesome) which did not bode well in terms of their attention to detail, but I had hope anyway.

The sets were 20 minutes, plus about 10 minutes each for clapping (MAN do Czechs like to clap), and then 30 minute breaks. The first set was fine, the second set was also fine, and we walked out before the third set because a) we were tired; b) the people behind us were getting drunk and annoying me (cheap seats, whatever, I know, but why give people an hour of drinking for forty minutes of dancing? is it a ballet or a disco? grump grump); c) the third set used Philip Glass music, and I have already had to run out of one Philip Glass performance in hysterics, so why risk it. 

Anyway, as Squire said, the Satie was played so slowly that it looked almost too hard for the dancer. And I said how classical music was sort of open to interpretation in a way, but he pointed out that 3/4 time is 3/4 time, and that was not. So I agreed to keep him and we came home and ate tortellini and watched an episode of Community and that was perfectly fine.