(Oh geez, I have been waiting to use that line)
"...and I happened upon a playbill for Gore Vidal's The Best Man...."
"...starring James Earl Jones and Angela Lansbury. My little theater-heart, aflutter with curiosity, dragged me inside. I emerged with a single glorious ticket to a single glorious matinee.
Even Charlie would have been jealous."
"When I returned an hour later, the theater was gorged with patrons. I imagined my seat - two hours, condemned to the back wall... "
"Nope.
8D
A private box! So close I could see the human details of the talent -- Dimples on smiles and whites of the eyes, crevices of hands and wisps of hair. I could have reached down and brushed Legends. But there was no need.
They reached up to me, instead."
dawwwww :)
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Lincoln Center hosts "MidSummerSwing" dance events for three weeks. I caught the last hour of the last night of tango. Outside, with live music, stage erected from scratch and a dance floor that costs $20 to step on. I stayed on the concrete... The bottoms of my shoes hate me for this >.<
I danced with a single partner named Eduardo, who supposedly teaches and worked for Fred Astaire earlier in his life. Flashy, spinning all over the dance floor, and he taught along the way. He gave me his card, eager for another student. Not sure if I'll follow up... but it was some great dancing. Dips and ganchos and slides and extensions and such quick footwork!
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