Gillian had her outfit picked out (including accessories) about a week before the show. And she let it be known that GraGra and I were expected to match her level of "fancy" in our dress. It was a lot of pressure.
In the end, GraGra passed muster. I did not. The difference? I refused to wear panty hose.
(That's G's foot in front of her face. She was having trouble sitting still.)
We got their a fair bit early. We threw some tickets in the silent auction baskets (G had her eye on a pink ballerina Christmas tree) and checked out the cookie tables.
Then we found our seats.
Gillian sat and watched very intently the whole first half. We were in the third row, so we were up close and personal. She asked some questions, but remembered quite a bit from last year! At one point though, she leaned over and asked, "When are they going to tap dance?" Apparently, she likes tap more than ballet! Good to know!
At intermission, we were happy to stretch our legs and meet the Nutcrackers.
Not sure who that scowl was directed at.
We had a cookie and a potty break and were ready for the second half. I really enjoyed the snowflakes, the Cavalier, and the Arabian dancer. Gillian's favorite was the Sugar Plum Fairy. She was an excellent dancer and had a beautiful purple tutu. G made it about ten minutes from the end of the show and she was DONE. She was still pretty quiet and still, but she let it be known that she was ready for the show to be over! I think GraGra agreed! Ha.
I like this holiday tradition! Maybe next year I'll break out the panty hose. Maybe.
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hahaha no pantyhose? That was her criteria? She is a hoot! Someday when she refuses to wear pantyhose you can remind her of this occasion!
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