"His legs flail about as if independent from his body!"

I actually managed to cajole Scott into going with me to see Michael Flatley's Lord of the Dance tonight, and he admitted afterwards that he did not hate it. Yay! I decided at the last minute (Wednesday, so I guess it was like, the last 30 minutes in this analogy I have going) to check for tickets, and came up with 2nd row, so I had to buy them, you know? And, being the best girlfriend ever (ha) I never insist that Scott do something with me that I know he would hate or that he wouldn't enjoy in the least (so I don't drag him to a bunch of girl movies - or at least I don't think I do. He may see things differently!) But he said that out of all the things that I could have bought tickets to see, this was something that he would probably dislike the least. So he went with me.

And I enjoyed the performance - it's not that much unlike clogging, which I used to do, if you'll remember (there were some videos in the sidebar until my soon to be ex-hosting company, GoDaddy, got their panties in a wad over "non-web content" on my server. So I deleted the videos, but I'll reupload when I switch everything over to AN Hosting / midphase, my new host.) Anyway, the Irish step dancing, or whatever the proper term is, was similiar to clogging in foot movements, but is a bit more kicky. And the music is a lot more Irish, obviously.

The guys tended to wear very unfortunate pants.

The girls were all wearing floufy waist-length hair extensions, which were very pretty and bouncy and made me decide that I want some.

There was some singing, which didn't make a great deal of sense to me - I guess it was filler so that the dancers could change and whatnot. The singing was either partially in Irish or she sang very longingly about lawn chairs. I seemed to hear "lawn chair" a lot - or not.

I think the moral of the story was - if a dark and evil princess threatens to steal your man, you can scare her off if you and your girlfriends rip off your dresses in unison to reveal matching two-piece costumes underneath.

The quote that I used for a title is from a Friends episode - appropriate because Michael Flatley, Lord of the Dance is revealed as a phenomenon that scares the beejeezus out of Chandler, and the reason for his fear is elucidated in that quote.

That is all. I hope everybody had a happy Valentine's Day!