A few weeks ago I had a nice holiday surprise-an unexpected invitation to the Nutcracker ballet. Seems a friend[D] had 4 tickets and her husband had decided he wasn't going-unless they served beer-which seemed unlikely, it being a cultural thing and all. So, I had two hours to leave the scouts' fundraising booth[we were selling wreaths and decorations for our spring trip], get cleaned up and back down the hill to my friend's house. You bet I did it, with time to spare. The fun began almost immediately, as we headed out the door to the car and D's daughter mentioned to her boyfriend that it was a BALLET we were headed to-such a look on his face! To his credit, he did go on and get into the car anyway.
The ballet was enjoyable and the historical theater was a treat to see. There was a little girl in our section with handfuls of bling-sometimes she wore it, sometimes she had it all in her hands and played with it. At one point, she had to be reined in because she was dancing in her seat, following the movements of the sugar plum fairies. I figured she was part of the entertainment. Oh, and by the way, Dave, they do serve beer at the ballet!