Ballet under the Stars 2008 was a good way to spend a Saturday evening lazing on picnic mats and munching on finger food. And of course, to watch the ballet. Our supermarket-bought sushi and chips paled in comparison to the many picnic baskets and wine glasses. Next year, we're gonna drive. Haha.
During the second performance, I couldn't help overhearing the conversation the family behind us were having.
Woman: Good ah? The ra#&@#$ are really good.
(Here, I thought she was a dance expert commenting about pirouettes or some other unknown dance term, so I strained to find out what ra#&@# was.)
Man: Yeah, they're good.
Woman: Yeah, really sweet rambutans.
Haha! Only in Singapore would people watch a ballet and make comments on food.
After, we poked by the National Museum for a look-see at the Night Festival, and ended up staying for awhile watching the museum facade being lit and grooving to the infectious beats of Bloco Singapura at the Beatnik Picnic.
People were snapping away at an interpretation of Michelangelo's David, and we soon realized why - check out the zoomed in picture and interpret your own dirty selves.
I immediately sent Jemo an mms of the picture with the note: "You're not the only one who lost his mojo."
Haha, good night world.
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