Did you grow up loving the ballet? I did. As a teenager, my idea of a dream date would have likely entailed meeting up with a handsome someone at a fancy place for drinks and dinner, and then going to a ballet. Last week the Mister and I went on just such a date, and it was about as dreamy as could be.
We had reservations straight after work for cocktails and dinner in Foggy Bottom, then hopped over to the Kennedy Center to see the Mariinsky Ballet (formerly Kirov Ballet) perform Swan Lake. The Kennedy Center is gorgeous with all its grand halls, glittering chandeliers, and views over the Potomac. But the grandeur of the building was no match for the romance and beauty of the flock of ballerinas on stage, all lined up in their feathered headpieces and white tutus angled just so. I must have sighed in happiness a dozen times during the performance and dozen more during the cab ride home.