The ex made me go see Apassionata at the O2 a few weeks ago.
For the uninitiated this is a 2 hour horse show.
Just look at that poster. It’s so ….
The word I want to use is ‘gay’ but since that I’m trying not to use it in that context anymore, let’s just go with ‘cheesy and slightly camp’.
And so was the show. Cheesy and slightly camp.
Th ex being passionate about all things horses had begged me to go.
I say begged but it was more like,
“Do you want to come with me?”
“I think you’ll find that you will be coming.”
Of course, being the soft-hearted gentle soul that I am, I couldn’t bear the idea of the poor ex sitting all alone in the O2 area, watching horses and crying…
“I love horses so much. I really love them! No one understands!”
So of course, I had to go. Support and all that jazz.
The show was just as tedious as I thought it might be.
The highlight was ze German announcer repeatedly saying
“Please feel free to app-lauws. You may app-lauws now.”
I don’t know why, but the way he said ‘app-lauws’ made me giggle a little.
But I had no strength or will to lift my hands together in a clap. I sank into a stupor that lasted until the show ended.
Let me sum up the show for you (from a non-horsey person’s perspective) in a nutshell:
– Horse walks around the ring, shows paw.
– Another horse walks around the ring, shows paw.
– The end.
It was 2 hours of interminable boredom set to the worst music ever.
I plugged in my iPod.
I’m so glad I took a book too.
We rounded the evening off with the ex taking me to Gaucho grill.
I ordered the steak, done ‘blue’.
I imagined it was a horse.