After Jason heroically sacrificed sleep in the name of art, I tried myself to get tickets this morning.  The opera La Cenerentola is indeed sold out the week we’re there.  Boo!  However, I scored two tickets to the ballet Cendrillon!  Hurray!

The tickets are not next to each other, but I believe they are behind each other (that, or they are on opposite sides of the house.  You know how funky theater seating charts can be!).  I can live with that in return for seeing Nureyev’s ballet in Paris at the Bastille theater.


Hmm… I feel a sudden need for a fur stole and jewels.