I once attended, somewhat unwillingly, the national tour of The Rockettes: Christmas Edition or whatever it was called, when it played in Boston. I went because it was a female family thing (mothers who were sisters and the daughters of those mothers) and was billed as a nice afternoon out in Boston that included lunch. [...]

Me and opera, we go way back I went to my first opera, i Puritani by Bellini, when I was about 30. I went to the hairdresser for a wash and blow-dry at lunch, and left work early wearing my new lace top (bought at the original Filene’s Basement for $11). I purchased my ticket [...]

Went to see the encore transmission of the Nation Theater‘s live broadcast of Shakespeare’s All’s Well That Ends Well at the Coolidge Corner, and well, it didn’t (end well, geddit?). I was so put off by, everything, that I left at intermission.