Last night I tried to buy tickets for a performance of a collection of Chekhov's short plays. It was the most harrowing two hours of my time here. In the process of finding the woman who was to sell me tickets, I got crushed in two massive rush-hour metro lines, tripped a middle-aged woman in the middle of the street, traveled farther north on the red line than I've ever been before, walked around in the autumn darkness that is SIX'O'CLOCK, asked no less than eight people where I could buy tickets, accidentally called my Analytical Reading professor, and almost broke down crying in front of a kindly old man.
Harrowing, I tell you. And Halloween isn't until tomorrow.
But I have my ticket. That's important.
Also important is the weekend in Moscow coming up. I'm writing a note now to hold y'all over for the next week. It's busy around here, midterms and such. In fact, I should get myself home soon soon. So farewell!
That sounds positively nerve wracking. But I'm glad you ended up safe and in possession of the tickets. I love Chekhov.
ReplyDeleteHi Hannah,
ReplyDeleteWhat a difference between that and my last night's experience. I lined up at the PAC ticket office at 7:15 and made it in time for the 7:30 concert. My teacher (Novgorodsky) played Rachmaninoff 3rd piano concerto. Needless to say, it was good. How was Chekhov?
Laura