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Last night in New York.
I went to the American Ballet Theater's production of Les Sylphides. It was spectacular, and the lead was a guest artist from the Bolshoi who just floated across the stage.
I had the seat right behind the conductor, so while I couldn't see large parts of the stage, I was able to see the sweat running down the side of his face late in the show. That was cool.
Afterward I took the subway to Greenwich Village to have dinner, but I couldn't find anything to read at the magazine store, so I went back to the hotel, grabbed my copy of FourFourTwo, and ate at Big Nick's, again.
I am not terribly happy to be going home at this point.
I went to the American Ballet Theater's production of Les Sylphides. It was spectacular, and the lead was a guest artist from the Bolshoi who just floated across the stage.
I had the seat right behind the conductor, so while I couldn't see large parts of the stage, I was able to see the sweat running down the side of his face late in the show. That was cool.
Afterward I took the subway to Greenwich Village to have dinner, but I couldn't find anything to read at the magazine store, so I went back to the hotel, grabbed my copy of FourFourTwo, and ate at Big Nick's, again.
I am not terribly happy to be going home at this point.