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Monday, November 24, 2008

high-class evening

Tonight, my friends, I am going to the theater.

No, not the movies.

The theater. Live theater.

In the big city down the road from me. Downtown in the big city down the road from me.

Because I'm an urban girl, who owns (and even wore once or twice) a pashmina, and grinds her own coffee, and goes to live theater with her artsy musician husband.

(I am also a girl who wants breakfast potatoes that aren't burnt, but that's beside the point. Last week, I went for breakfast 3 times, and by the end of the week, even if the potatoes had been gently drizzled with chocolate, I wouldn't have been interested.)

So, as I said, I'm going to the theater tonight. And I need some help from any other classy urbanites like me out there - what kind of tissue says, "My nose is delicate, and in need of loving pampering from time to time"?

Because right now, I am carrying a roll of TP everywhere with me, I smell like
Vicks, and when I sneeze, herds of rhinos in another part of the world begin wildly stampeding. I am also slightly medicated, which of course adds to the charm of my already lovely personality.

So I need to bring a bushel or so of tissues (or my pashmina...hmmm, there's a thought) with me tonight. Because I am GOING to the theater, and you can't stop me. But I promise, I won't breathe on you.

And...tomorrow (or the next day) I will tell you about the play we are going to see. I will tell you how great it is, and that you should go and see it for yourselves. But I can't tell you that until I see it, because I want to be objective and professional in my theater-critic role.

So until then, feel free to check out the website, right here. And I will go blow my nose.