Another Day, Another Trawler

The fellow in the testing room is absolutely marinated in drugstore cologne. Or maybe it's top of the line designer man-scent; I can't tell, because my brain is occupied with just staying conscious. Really, I'm like a sneezing frog in a bell jar with a cotton ball soaked in ether and High Karate. And here comes the grilled meat smell, too. You know what would really complete this bouquet? Gun metal and bourbon.

Last weekend, we got free tickets to the opening ballet gala! The highlight, for me, was Balanchine/Bizet Symphony in C. How can you beat an army of ballerinas, frosted and frisking like whitecaps before an ocean-blue scrim? Then, at the final cadence, someone's cell phone went off right behind my head. But it turns out that the T-mobile ring is in C major, so it wasn't so bad.