sitting on the edge of the sandbox, biting my tongue

December 2, 2011

Flattery

Filed under: blogging, whatever — edge of the sandbox @ 12:21 pm

Could it be… me?  Yesterday I got a referral for “pre-school regressive libertarian sandbox”.  Pre-school is what my last post was about.  But “regressive libertarian”?  Wow!

I’m taking Yelena to San Diego to see my niece dance Clara in The Nutcracker.  At 12, my niece is graduating from a hard core Russian dance school and will be auditioning for another academy.  We are very proud of her.

Originally my mom was supposed to take Yelena to San Diego, but she came down with the flu which she got from us.  She can exchange her cheap non-refundable ticket for future travel.  Since I was buying my ticket only a few days prior to the flight, I had to pay $400 for a round trip from Oakland to San Diego.  Ridiculous.  Changing passenger name on the ticket is against FAA rules, which, I suppose, being a regressive libertarian makes me hate travel bureaucracy even more.

I bought Yelena a new dress at the Gap Outlet.  She could technically get away attending this performance in her other clothes, but this is the last year she’s wearing toddler sizes, so I felt like I could splurge.  Besides, after dropping $400 on my ticket, what’s $25 for the dress?  And besides, why should I save if everyone else spends like a drunken sailor and expects a bailout.  (Kidding.  I have to live up to that regressive libertarian title.)

gap outlet dress

Yelena's dress and shoes. She looks lovely in it!

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5 Comments »

  1. LOL on the search term used to find you.

    Enjoy the show! That is so awesome about your niece dancing. When I was a kid, we would go to one of the performances every year. I’d run down to peek in the orchestra pit and wave to Dad before the lights went down. Fond memories.

    I’m taking the boys to the Nutcracker right here at Fort Leavenworth next week. I’m not sure if they’ll appreciate it. And I’m realizing: there is no orchestra pit in that auditorium. Will they use prerecorded music, I wonder?

    That photo gives me dress envy.

    best
    Lin

    Comment by nooneofanyimport — December 2, 2011 @ 3:57 pm

  2. My 8 year old son does ballet, and I would love to get him into a hardcore Russian dancing school, but the nearest ones are in Brooklyn and I am just not up to the commute at this time. Maybe later, if he decides to stick with it – and can take the train himself.

    My younger brother was a competitive ice dancer with some Russian coaches, and all it cost him was a lifelong bad back, shoulder, and heart palpitations. But he was the US Novice Champion! So, you know, trade off…. 😉

    Comment by Alina Adams — December 2, 2011 @ 3:59 pm

  3. 25 bucks? That’s a find.

    Comment by Harrison — December 2, 2011 @ 11:20 pm

  4. Linda,
    I love love accompaniment! Unfortunately, our performance didn’t have it — and I didn’t think it would.
    I can imagine it was just as much fun for your parents as it was for you.
    I’m glad that I was the one taking Yelena to see her first ballet performance. She was a bit antsy towards the end, and she wanted to leave once the scary part with the mouse king started. We came back later, and she was moved by the waltz of the flowers so much, she wanted to go onstage and dance with them. I can’t imagine taking her to a theater at a younger age, but I’m glad I didn’t wait till she turned 5. It was an amazing experience.

    Alina,
    That explains some of the themes in your books!
    I like your attitude re not chauffeuring kids to far away classes. Yelena now talks about taking ballet, and she’ll go to the studio a few blocks away. When my niece was starting out dance, she had to insist that she wants to do it seriously because her family was against it, so I’m not related to any crazy people who live vicariously through their kids.

    Comment by edge of the sandbox — December 4, 2011 @ 9:47 pm

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