Yesterday at the ballet with Christine and Kristen, one of the toreadors stuck a pose and I was forcefully reminded of the movie, The Heavenly Kings–which I saw recently as part of the San Francisco International Film Festival. The pose, as the movie states, is that of “the latin lover”, “Antonio Banderas”, you know, “Zorro”. and so I giggled as the toreador butt-clenched his way across the stage, the tassles on his ridiculously tight pants flaring with every pirouette.
We bemoaned how tired we got just clapping for 30 seconds while the ballerinas danced for 3 hours, 9 days in a row. The other day I whined to Lisa about not being able to ride a bike because my knees lock in position but she’s riding a bike FROM SAN FRANCISCO TO LOS ANGELES. That’s 545 miles, people, AND she’s doing it for charity. So although I can whine, I can’t ride a bike. But I can support someone who can and so can you.