Or tickets. Either.
Tonight I volunteered for the Boston Ballet, handing out buttons at the Nutcracker. And I got myself some free dancing fun. It felt so good to get out and give back a little after months of being needy. Sadly, the show is not up to its normal glory now that it's been relegated to the Colonial Theater instead of the Wang Center. They tried. Maybe next year.
Still, ballerinas in pretty tutus and shiny toe shoes can do a lot for a girl's mood. I came out of the show twirling on the tippy toes of my boots (no one else was in the hallway).
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