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Men Secretly Dig the Ballet
In an unexpected event on Dec. 1, 2001, certain local men could no longer contain their secret passions for ballet, and instead of waiting for significant others to drag them, they pre-emtively planned an elegant evening of limos, food and theatre.
The signifcant others were all shocked at the well-kept surprise. Jennifer Saywer was given the least notice with a "by the way, how long does it take you to get ready?" at 2:00 on the big day. Jennifer Robinson fared better by negotiating shopping time from her intended. Kristi Caruso was lucky enough to pull off a panicked last-minute wardrobe change, since the rendez-vous point was her house.
Once the limo arrived, we were off to Boston for our mystery evening, narrowly avoiding the minor disaster of DJ's bladder imploding on Newbury St.
Reservations awaited the group at Grill 23, home of great seafood, and oh yeah, some pretty good dead cow. After a lovely meal, the limo wisked us over to the Wang (tag line:Nobody Beats the Wang!) Theatre for the Boston Ballet's production of the Nutcracker.
The women were baffeled - our men - the ballet??? Is this the Buxom Ballet? Are they giving away Patriots tickets in the men's room at intermission? Apparently not! They were willing to sit through an evening of ballet, without sleeping, for their beloved women. (Although the unmistakable glint of DJ's flask was spotted several times thoughout the preformance.) The boys were scoring points, and I'm not talking FFL!
After the show, the girls were in a state of bliss at the thoughfulness of their men. The men seemed to survive the ballet, no worse for the wear. Mark gained a new found respect for ice skating "since they do all the same shit - on skates", and a particular appreciation for a certain "reindeer" in the cast. Kevin learned the joys of pre-paying for your intermission drinks and the benfits of an "inside" voice, and DJ christened his flask, a gift from Mark.
The evening was quite a success. And for good measure, we all increased our vocabularies on the ride home by learning the true meaning of "Squishawn".
