Belatedly celebrating Jason's birthday (it was last week, we did a couple of special things then, but this was his big surprise) we went out to dinner and a show last night.
( Dinner at Menton ) This was a delightful meal--I think possibly the best tasting menu I've had in Boston--and we will definitely be making a return pilgrimage.
From there it was about a ten-minute walk over to Fan Pier and the Grand Chapiteau. We strolled to the entrance, handed our tickets to the usher...and discovered that we had come on the wrong date. Our tickets were for next Wednesday.
I've never done that before and am not sure how I got confused--when we got home I found it on my calendar next week, where it belonged, and it said Wednesday, July 28th big as life on the tickets themselves. It was also a pretty inconvenient night for us to be out, as it turned out. I guess my subconscious just decided this was the night we needed to get out.
Luckily, we were able to run to the box office and exchange our tickets for some just one row back. That put us in the back row of the front section and meant that not only did we get to interact with some of the performers as they passed by, but we also could just hop over the backs of our seats to make a speedy exit at intermission and after the curtain call.
( Thoughts on Ovo )After the show we strolled back to our car in the lovely, temperate-for-a-change evening, pleased and delighted with how it had all worked out.
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