Today I'm on my way to the big T.dot.dot. I've got an opera ticket with my name on it, baby. A Russian opera, to be precise, although I'm wondering how exactly one sings in Russian. Something tells me its not going be as pretty as, lets say, an opera done in Italian. I'm going to see Eugene Onegin, written by Pyotr Tchaikovsky. Being performed in this building, which was just built two years ago (see below). It shure iz purty, ain't it?

I'm still debating on how to greet him - quietly, maturely, with a demure smooch? or should I run into his arms, luggage and all, wrap my arms tight around his neck and proceed to kiss him with total abandon?
Darn tootin'.
