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  • I love opera, bluegrass, burger joints and fictional detectives. Mostly, but not always, in that order. Formerly of Dunedin, formerly of Sydney, now travelling the world with the tenor in my life (Stuart Skelton) and blogging as I go.
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Saturday, July 18, 2009

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wanderer

It is ridiculous you aren't going. I if were you (and I'm not) and had nothing to do tomorrow (which I do) I'd be there at the courtesy table, assuming they'll have one, using my critic for St Elsewhere's aura, and whatever other air of importance I could muster, etc. 'No hide no Christmas box' my mother would say, which I didn't quite understand then and am still not sure, but it is the sort of thing for occasions like this. As an American air hostess once said to me 'go like you belong'.

And take a box of used tickets, enough for a snow storm tanty if necessary.

Sarah

I agree with you on the ridiculous bit, but see update on the original post - I did manage to get a ticket. And as it turned out, a media invitation email came the next day anyway. Which is terribly short notice even so.
So no tantrum necessary, as much fun as that would be! (For used tickets I just need to empty out my bag. I sailed into Manon Lescaut after the intermission the other night unwittingly flashing my Aida tickets the door.)

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