Tuesday, 27 February 2007
The Ready Brek glow
I had a nice little Ready Brek glow all around me the weekend, well after 11am on Saturday anyway, more a perspiration glow before then to be honest. I'm pretty set for my trip back to the smoke leaving Thursday night, although trying to do anything other than work right now is proving tricky.
Last Thursday I saw a great show at The Chicago Theatre called Terracotta Warriors. This is the musical story of 8,000 life size soldiers and horses each made of clay and each different made around 210 B.C. on the order of Qin Shi Huang, the self-proclaimed First Emperor of China. The show starring 80 performers and hundreds of superb costumes is based on 23 short acts and can only be described as a cross between a ballet and opera set in the midst of Imperial China. We had good tickets and were in the 2nd row but were unfortunately obscured in part by a huge chinaman banging all manner of drums like his life depended on it and as beads of sweat fell from his forehead in my direction, it did kind of distract me from the colouful exhibition of dance and music going on up on stage!
I had a nice little Ready Brek glow all around me the weekend, well after 11am on Saturday anyway, more a perspiration glow before then to be honest. I'm pretty set for my trip back to the smoke leaving Thursday night, although trying to do anything other than work right now is proving tricky.Last Thursday I saw a great show at The Chicago Theatre called Terracotta Warriors. This is the musical story of 8,000 life size soldiers and horses each made of clay and each different made around 210 B.C. on the order of Qin Shi Huang, the self-proclaimed First Emperor of China. The show starring 80 performers and hundreds of superb costumes is based on 23 short acts and can only be described as a cross between a ballet and opera set in the midst of Imperial China. We had good tickets and were in the 2nd row but were unfortunately obscured in part by a huge chinaman banging all manner of drums like his life depended on it and as beads of sweat fell from his forehead in my direction, it did kind of distract me from the colouful exhibition of dance and music going on up on stage!
Saturday we drank too much sangria and then Sunday with indoor 'soccer' cancelled due to bad weather (work that one out) I sat at home on my arse all day avoiding the ice and snow coming down at 45 degree angles outside of my window and watched television culminating in the Oscars.
Last night I was at The United Center to see Chicago Bulls lose again, I have yet to see them win this season in five visits. With the 7ft Orlando Magic center Darko Milicic dominant the Bulls lost 94-87 in front of a capacity crowd, who seemed more intent on winning free tee-shirts than cheering on their play-off bound team.
Tonight I'm going to sleep and tomorrow night have tickets for new film Gray Matters starring the rather cute Heather Graham.
Meanwhile I am on page 5 of my complaints letter to American Airlines after their bloody fine effort in trying to make me not enjoy my recent holiday.
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