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Took the kidlet to see the Nutcracker tonight. It's been many, many years since I saw a ballet, and the last time I saw one, I was definitely not as attuned to male beauty as I am now.
The guy who played the Nutcracker had a Fraserish vibe to him -- I think any dark-haired Anglo guy would have, what with the quasi-military uniform and the ballet posture. He had the most beautiful lower body I have ever seen on a man. He looked like he could have cracked nuts with his thighs.
They had a very good-looking man playing Drosselmeyer, too. I am absolutely not the kind of person who would have spent a good portion of the ballet wracking her brains to figure out whether the story could be made to support Drosselmeyer/Nutcracker. Nope. No way.
After a bit, I leaned over and whispered to the spouse, "I don't know what the rest of y'all are applauding for, but I'm applauding for the Nutcracker's butt."
The guy who played the Nutcracker had a Fraserish vibe to him -- I think any dark-haired Anglo guy would have, what with the quasi-military uniform and the ballet posture. He had the most beautiful lower body I have ever seen on a man. He looked like he could have cracked nuts with his thighs.
They had a very good-looking man playing Drosselmeyer, too. I am absolutely not the kind of person who would have spent a good portion of the ballet wracking her brains to figure out whether the story could be made to support Drosselmeyer/Nutcracker. Nope. No way.
After a bit, I leaned over and whispered to the spouse, "I don't know what the rest of y'all are applauding for, but I'm applauding for the Nutcracker's butt."