thicker skin

Took the Pea to the ballet today...I LOVE the ballet, love, love, love...I could go all the time...when I was a kid I had scarlet fever and was in bed sick from mid November to January, the thing I hated the most was missing the Nutcracker on my birthday...Anyway, the "real" performance is actually going on right now, as I write, and I'm sad I'm not there...this afternoon was just a preview. We got dressed up nonetheless, and pretended it was the gala event.

Overall I think she did really well, and we were having a really nice time until some lady made a rude comment and I started feeling uncomfortable...ever since I've been feelin' yucky...I hate that one comment can ruin a whole afternoon, here's how it went down.

During intermission I let the Pea get off my lap to run around a little and get out some energy, she was going through the aisles and climbing on a few seats. A lady about 3 rows up (I was on the back row in case I had to make a quick exit) turned and asked if she was mine,
me: (smiling) "yes"
her: (not smiling) "You might want to make her stop, she is going to get hurt."
me: "She'll be fine, she's a monkey."
her: "Ok, let me rephrase then, I don't care if she gets hurt, make her stop because she is bothering me."
The Pea was a few seats down and in the row behind the woman...I was stunned...I got up, grabbed her (the Pea, not the woman, although the thought did occur) and headed back to my seat...but I can't let it go...it's been bothering me ever since. It wasn't like it was during the performance, it wasn't like she was climbing on the woman or even a seat next to her, and there were people milling about everywhere...WTF?

Oh well...guess I'm gonna need thicker skin...or more booze...sorry Mimi, but the way I see it, the only way to make this day better is to snuggle up on the couch with my remote and a dirty 'tini...I think I hear the olives calling me now...