Paris Opera Ballet Les Sylphides is on playing on the DVD and Carboy decides to take a break from creating small explosions and subsequent fires in the backyard.
Me: Shall I put something else on?
Carboy: No this is fine. What is it?
Me: Les Sylphides, we haven’t seen it performed live yet.
Carboy: Ok, because I didn’t think I’d slept through guys in catholic school skirts yet.
Me: This guy, James, is going to marry this girl but there is a sylphide, a fairy basically who is hot for him.
Carboy: So no real storyline that makes decent sense, got it.
Me: We don’t watch ballet for deep literary storyline.
Carboy: Whoa, whoa, whoa…did that slippery fairy thingy just do a drive-by? She just did it again!
Me: Yeah. I have no defense for that skateboard move on behalf of my beloved Paris Opera.
Carboy: So this guy is taking love advice from a witch in the forest dancing around a giant caldron? And I thought Siegfried was dumb.
Me: You think Siegfried is dumb?
Carboy: Yeah, he didn’t come off as the sharpest tool in the shed. Shoot the duck-girl? fall in love with the duck-girl? doesn’t recognize the duck-girl cuz she’s wearing black…not too bright.
Me: She was a swan, but I see what you’re saying.
Carboy: So skirt guy just killed slippery fairy girl?
Me: Yes, she’s dead and being carried off to slippery fairy girl heaven.
Carboy: Did he just drop dead?
Carboy: Shouldn’t he be flailing around or something? Don’t they usually take 1/2 an act to actually die, like that Tyde-bowl guy in Romeo & Juliet?
Me: Not this time. This time, he just drops dead.
Carboy: And that’s the end?
Me: Yes, evil is triumphant.
Carboy: Cool. So when do we go see it?
My Carboy rules!
Me: By the way, how is it that you remember Siegfried’s name?
Carboy: Vegas magician.
Me: I was impressed too soon.