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.