Dr. Bobby and I went to the Metropolitan Opera
to see Romeo & Juliet on Tuesday night. It was gorgeous (of course), and the vocal gymnastics blew my mind, although to be honest, the story's been getting on my nerves lately. I saw R&J at Shakespeare in the Park earlier this summer with my mom, and for some reason it pissed me off that they fell in love after like, 2 minutes. It's hard to feel badly for a lovelorn couple when they DON'T EVEN FREAKING KNOW EACH OTHER. Am I being too literal? It just rang hollow to me. I kept thinking "I want to shake these idiots! Does Romeo even know Juliet's middle name? NO HE DOES NOT BECAUSE HE JUST MET HER 30 SECONDS AGO." I recommend living together for a minimum of 12-18 months before you decide to commit mutual suicide.
I got a new dress! I'm not telling you where it's from. Okay. Fine. You can buy it here. Shut up.