Men in Tights and Women in Tutus

I have officially lost my "Macho Man" card. It's not like I was going to run for the "Man Club" President or anything, I mean I shriek at the site of vomit and I weep at all the appropriate movies, but I was at least a club member. Not anymore.

Tonight we are going to the Lincoln Center to watch the NYC Ballet, and I couldn't be more excited about it. The theater is supposed to be amazing, as is the dance troup, and I can't help but wonder why it took us so long to attend such a cultural event. Ok, we did see Stomp off Broadway when our friend Julie was here, but there's something drastically different about the two genres. Stomp didn't make us feel bourgeois.

And to be honest, I'm kind of excited about that part. I like the idea of dressing in your Sunday best to go out to the theater. I like that there (hopefully?) won't be any crying children sitting next to us. Call me elitist, but I'm excited by the fact that - unlike the movies, there won't be the threat of someone sitting in front of me talking on their cell phone.

The best part is that the tickets were surprisingly cheap. Sure, our noses will probably bleed, but the beauty of the Lincoln Center is that there are no bad sight lines. When I saw Les Miserables in Madison many years ago, I remember losing 1/4 of the action to the column I was sitting behind. That's probably changed now thanks to the construction of the Overture Center, but so have the ticket prices. Let me see.....$30 for ballet in NYC or $27 for the Four Bitchin Babes concert in Madison? No contest.

OK, maybe I wouldn't mind seeing Four Bitchin Babes. Goodbye macho card.