My BF had a surprise for me last night: We went to the ballet, at Lincoln Center, don't you know!
It was this lovely show about a little girl who has the most marvelous gay BF (I was jeal) and she has a crazed fever dream featuring all kinds of international dancers (including what Rosie O'Donnell might call "ching-chong Chinamen")
. The show we saw was called The Nutcracker. It was (and please read this without any irony, as none is intended) magnif.
BT-dubs, it is impossible for a nutcracker to not look like a complete creepo.
This one that I ripped off the Internet is titled "Stars + Caroline."
It's like, here's the stars...and then there's Caroline. (And then there's Caroline!) Poor Çaroline. (I dont' know how I made that capital letter C look all French, but I'm going to leave it, because Caroline deserves to feel a little more special.)
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