thadieu and I are on our way – we traipsed down to the cellar and missed the house exit over excited chatter. Then managed to find the Metro.
Two pairs of thermo socks, a bottle of hot tea and happy smiles – standing room queue, here we come!
(Dr T already dreamed last night that VK was stepping in, while I dreamt of a) the show being canceled and being replaced with Rosenkavalier and I was not amused, b) being sent to the back of the queue after hours for no apparent reason, c) being sold a ticket to another show at another theatre and d) having forgotten the shawls to mark our standing room places and losing our spots over it.
Good Lord, we may be a little anxious.