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Today was a tree-trimming party at Tante Joan's apartment. The thing I love about TJ is that she appreciates the finer things, so while we decorated, we drank champagne and ate fancy beluga caviar and creme freche. (She also had Trader Joe's caviar, but we never got around to it.)

Afterwards, my mom and I went to see a ballet* called "The Yorkville Nutcracker". It was "The Nutcracker", but set in New York in 1895. It was in the Kaye Playhouse, which is, coincidentally, housed where I go to school.

It was nice, but my memories of "The Nutcracker" all derive from my early childhood, when my mom used to take Kirsten and me every year to see the Ballanchine production at Lincoln Center, so seeing this perfectly lovely, if comparatively rinky-dink production just made me miss the "real" one. It's hard to appreciate Trader Joe's when you were started on Russian beluga...

My friends and sister were at a Ted Leo concert; I was at a ballet. Hunh.

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