Today I had one of those days. One of those crazy, insane, running around Manhattan doing a zillion things kind of days that I haven't had for a while now.
And it was good.
A lot of time was spent with the apartment business, which still is not officially settled but hopefully will be tomorrow so that I can move next week sometime. I'll be so relieved when I'm settled in and totally over this whole transition.
In other news, I received a big review assignment for print on ABT's entire spring season. Got the call this morning and then frantically tried to rearrange my schedule to hit double Giselle this week to recount my memory of certain dancers...and also because it's one of my very favorite ballets ever. I went tonight for Julie Kent and Ethan Stiefel and, wow, it was absolutely beautiful. I was one of the little village kids who does next to nothing when I was about 8 in Boston's production, and ever since then - since being onstage the moment Giselle goes mad and dies (or kills herself, or dies from dancing, depending on the version) and seeing that passion close up - it has been a favorite. I'm going to try to make it to one more performance before the season ends this weekend...hopefully Friday night.
During intermission I met up with Tonya and blog reader Sophie to chat a bit. One of the great things about this past spring dance season has been that going to the ballet has been like going out for recess as a kid or something...I never really know who I'm going to bump into but there's always someone inspring I know or someone to meet or to see or to talk to. The dance world is so small, especially in New York.
AND the other news is that I got my hands on a copy of the new summer issue of movmn magazine (which will hopefully be in Barnes & Noble soon) with four of my articles...and I was most pleasantly surprised to hear that I am on the masthead as "Associate Dance Editor." How exciting! Check out the issue when it's available! Not just for my stuff but for all the other great work that went into it.
Anyways, that's just the tip of the iceberg of my insane day.