Man do I want tickets to Saturday night’s Symphony Ball! Mostly because it’s the closest thing Minneapolis has to the Costume Institute Gala, and the Strib folks always end-up doing some sort of fashion run-down after the fact. I wonder which over-embellished, designer dresses have been plucked off the Oval Room eighty percent-off rack in anticipation? But alas, I am not young-n-pretty or old-n-rich enough to afford tickets. I’m stuck at that strange, in-between phase–no longer an ingenue, not yet a dame. Sigh.
I’ll make do with these other goings-on: Petrified Forest at Gremlin Theatre (another freelance stint) (also, sorry not to link, but the Gremlin website appears to be down), Pine Eyes at the Walker, and, hopefully, drinking copious quantities of grand margarita in my friend’s backyard.
The wish list: West Bank Story at Bedlam Theatre–I’ll see it some other weekend, and Ralph Stanley and the Clinch Mountain Boys at the Cedar.
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