Without Words

Sans vocabulary.

And yet... I write.

BECAUSE!! ! The REVIEW has come OUT.

Some of you who have been with me for a while may remember my stress over a certain critic, his odd questions with shocked encouragement, who wrote about Choreo beforehand, but then neglected to write anything after.

Then I was reminded that he might post something another week hence.

And I tried not to stress, I really did - I even managed to *completely* forget about it.

Until Tuesday.

Wednesday I managed not to leap over to Elmo's - my favorite eatery and supplier of the Independent Weekly - at lunch and instead waited until dinner plans were made with the husband.

He blurted out, "Tony checked the Indy and you guys weren't in it."

Shocked. Crestfallen. I managed to pout, "I wanted to find out myself," and then, "Elmo's anyway?" And to Elmo's we drove. Of course, everyone and GOD decided to go last night, so he just pulled up and suggested I grab an Indy anyway.

Without enthusiasm, I obliged, looked up Byron's article and THERE. IT. WAS. A full color picture of AUTOMNE RIGHT THERE.

DID YOU KNOW ABOUT THIS?!? WAS THAT A JOKE? DID YOU KNOW ABOUT THIS?!! !

All I could do was yell at Pontus in shock. He assured me that he did not, that Tony was blind, deaf and dumb, apparently, and why don't I read the article?

And then I cried.