Whipped Cream was magical. Like The Nutcracker—that ethereal, sugar-spun, fairytale kind of magical—meets something out of a Hans Christian Anderson fable. And while you can't go wrong with the ABT company or a storyline that involves inanimate objects (in this case, candy, tea, and sweets) coming ... Read More
Not Your Ordinary Superbowl Sunday
I spent Super Bowl Sunday at the ballet, as you do. Beer and balls aren't exactly my idea of fun. And while you could argue that both sports feature men in tights showcasing superior athletic talent, I prefer Swarovski-encrusted tiaras over dirt-spattered headgear. I suppose the overwhelm of ... Read More
I Am Not Exotic, I Am Exhausted
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