Drunk with Beauty

Last night, my friends and I saw All Tharp, the piquant brilliance of Tharp's modern dance choreography to Bhrahms and even Sinatra show tunes. A scene where a woman with a fifteen foot white train walked spectrally through the dark. In the last set, glorious colors -- magenta, lavendar, red -- for the dresses of the women, and elegant black tuxes for the men. We were transported to another world. Where the moon was a disco ball that spun lights throughout the performance hall. When I came out of the hall into the rain, I felt drunk with beauty.