Hey, Trista...
Sorry I didn't write for ages...I lost your address somewhere in Hungary (I think), which I know is a lousy excuse, but...
I would have contacted you sooner but settling back in has proved slightly mental: Trying to get work (apparently Gloria poached my old job as soon as I left), dropping the accent, getting more weather-appropriate clothing (I'd forgotten how cold Wellington is), getting over the jetlag, just unpacking...
Anyway, I have two tickets to the Royal New Zealand Ballet's production of Cinderella for next Monday, and one of them (literally) has your name on it, if you want it.
I would have contacted you sooner but settling back in has proved slightly mental: Trying to get work (apparently Gloria poached my old job as soon as I left), dropping the accent, getting more weather-appropriate clothing (I'd forgotten how cold Wellington is), getting over the jetlag, just unpacking...
Anyway, I have two tickets to the Royal New Zealand Ballet's production of Cinderella for next Monday, and one of them (literally) has your name on it, if you want it.