Here's what I get for trying to squeeze in the Sunday matinee of Eugene Onegin (1) between the morning service at my church job and the 5:15 Ass Mass (2): I am late getting to the box office and thus find myself holding the 31st standing room ticket. I've never been so far down the line before! But thanks to some careful strategery, I outrun all the infirm patrons and the Russian ladies who have turned out specially (every couple minutes I hear "Pushkin!" emerge from their Slavic murmurs), beating them to the rail and claiming one of my preferred spots despite my tardiness.
The holiday season singing gigs have started again in earnest, so blogging opportunites are for the moment rare. I thank you for your patience and understanding.
UPDATE: Just got majorly upgraded to a center box
seat—huzzah! M. and Mme X selected me out of the line-up of standing room attendees because they saw me blogging on the Treo; they are a 2-Treo family. A shout-out of sincere thanks to M. & Mme X, if you're stopping by. I've never been in the boxes before. If only I had thought to bring my powdered wig...
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(1) According to Mme H-, back in 1999 Mr. Moviefone was apparently not acquainted with Pushkin's famous character, and called him WON-jin. Sigh.
(2) This is only possible thanks to the church's parking lot—alleluia! Incidentally, it has been brought to my attention that perhaps there's a bit too much cussing here, so I shall attempt to tone it down. Sorry for the offense, if any has been taken.
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