If this was still an Art of Film blog, I would post a wonderful critique about Beverley Hills Chihuahua. For real, probably one of the best movies in the world. I wish Natalie and Bubba could have watched it with me, but in less than a month they can!
Last night I experienced Yanni for the first time. The most memorable part of it, besides the crazy violin duos, peruvian harp player, crazy percussionists, leather-pant man, and beautiful music, was by FAR getting scolded by an old lady. Xerxes and I got up during a song and walked to the side near an exit to salsa dance. Within maybe 30 seconds an usher on the side told us "I'm sorry but I can't let you dance here." (!!!) It was so reminiscent of Kelly being yelled at for dancing at summerfest. Seriously, what is it with people. Dancing is a wonderful thing that should be shared with the world. In Elf, Buddy repeatedly reminds people "the best way to spread christmas cheer is by singing loud for all to hear," and I think that can be closely correlated with "the best way to spread love in the world, is dancing." (if anyone can figure out a way to make that rhyming and cutesty, please let me know)
Alright more updates later, sorry for being so behind.
love,
whitney!
3 comments:
thats ridiculous or as Jonathon would say "reDONKulous" haha makes me remember the time this old lady yelled at me for throwing rocks into the "lake". i mean i did happen to hit a duck with a rock, but he or she definitely swam into the line of fire and i can't be held responsible for that kind of irresponsible behavior. :-)
"if everyone danced and if everyone twirled, love would be spread to the whole wide world."
reminds me of when I lived in brooklyn and the mounted police woman told me I couldn't take dead fallen leaves out of the park.
thanks for you kind comment on my blog. you're a good writer.
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