Anyway, these three villains are responsible for the, as of today, $400 hole in my wallet:
Also known as:
Sorry, I don’t know why I can’t resist …
Oh, and I forgot her:
She (Alessandra Ferri — my favorite ballerina in the world) is, horrifically, retiring from ABT this year, and of course I had to get an (expensive) ticket to her final performance, in front orchestra balance near the curtain just so I can get trampeled during the hours-long curtain call by anxious fans wanting up close pictures… Actually, I had to get the same expensive tickets to the other four perfs that constitute my subscription series because of my deep-seeded need to see the aforesaid villains up close. Because I’m weird.
Anyway, in making my purchase I realized that I am actually not going to miss the Met’s Othello; I will leave for Blackpool the very day following Julie and Marcelo’s premier of it. Meaning, I don’t actually have to go down to Washington D.C. in January to catch it. Of course, that means I have to wait four months until May, when it comes to the Met. Four months is a long time. And I do have a good friend in D.C. who will be leaving for the foreign service in February. And I have a cousin who just moved to Arlington. Hmmm. I believe I may have to go to D.C. in January after all … for reasons other than the fact that I am an obsessed, deranged ABT groupie, of course… Well, I still have five days until my New Year’s resolutions to not spend so much money on dance officially begin. We’ll see… It’s HARD being a balletomane