Honestly, I only used that title because a) it's probably the greatest Harry Potter quote of all time and b) it has the word "butterflies" in it. And the choir went to go see Puccini's Madame Butterfly yesterday.
Summary: Pinkerton, a naval officer marries a hot Japanese woman named Butterfly (who I still believe he found on a creepy Asian mail-order bride website). They get super kinky, she renounces her religion, and then he leaves her for America. She waits three years for him to come back, then tells his pal they have a kid together. He comes back, now that he has a baby mama, and brings along his second wife (hoorah for polygamy), who wants to adopt his son as her own. Butterfly agrees to give up her freakin' adorable son, only if Pinkerton comes himself to pick him up. While the son is playing, Butterfly blindfolds the child and subsequently commits suicide, and Pinkerton enters shortly after the deed is done. The end.
Review: The set was amazing. Indescribable. Personally, I'm not a big fan of Puccini, but it was better than I expected. The kid was the cutest thing I have ever seen. I give it 2.43289 out of 5 stars.
Oh, and we had 15 layer lasagna. Albeit, it was really hard to count the layers.
I'm kinda tall. Granted, I had on five-inch heels.
Yes.
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