The Chronicles of Bun-ia

We are home from what I am sure must be the longest ballet concert in the history of humankind. As it was beginning, I sent out a text message to my dad and sister, as if it was my last communique before entering radio silence. "Ava's recital about to start. Meant to be about 4 hours long!! May God help us all." Then, I went on the dark side of the moon, and my family waited eagerly by the shortwave, praying for news. It was a long wait.

But actually, the concert was really nice. I tell ya, these youngsters today are quite talented! All their modern beats are very catchy. Ava danced beautifully, of course, and was obviously the best one there. Oh! And my bun-crafting skills? Well, it turned out pretty good, I think.

Now, current bun philosophy holds that ballet buns ought to be flatter. But I like to fly in the face of convention and express my artistry. Thanks for your hair advice, y'all!

We weren't allowed to take photos during the concert cause they want you to buy the DVD, but here's the kids and me after. Jason brought Ava some flowers. One of my memories from my own brief balletic career was my dad bringing me a bouquet after a dance recital. It made me feel very grownup.

Nate has a charming new habit of sticking his tongue out for every picture. We are loving that.

I am off to bed. I have a headache from concentrated amounts of sequins, glitter hairspray and the 15 minute long Michael Jackson tribute at the end of the recital. I mean, I like MJ as much as anyone. But dear Lord, we've all just sat here for 3 1/2 hours. Let's start with the man in the mirror and wrap it up!