Catching My Breath

This week and last week combined have made two really long weeks that I thought would never end. The huge event at work continues through the weekend but my part is finished. I can now call it quits and go home.

Everything is flowing along nicely and this afternoon I was able to stop and catch my breath. I was able to get out and enjoy the event a little bit. I got the opportunity to see one of the performances. More on that later...

On my way into the performing arts center I FINALLY saw the world's most famous, Russian dancer. (Please let me know if you need more hints or visual aids.)

Photo by Annie Leibovitz

He was with other people so I didn't go and say "hi" because I thought it would be a little creepy and nerve-wracking. But we did make eye contact and sort of exchanged smiles. That made the whole week worth it even though my fantasy of having coffee with him didn't play out.

I discretely pointed him out to some co-workers and then I found my seat in the theater. Everytime someone else came in I looked up hoping that it might be him. But alas, no. He must have gone to watch the dance performance in the adjacent theater.

The show I saw was a 25-minute performance of the re-telling of the Apollo 11 space mission. The artist uses only his hands, music, and the aid of a narrator. It's difficult to describe but trust me it works. I'll add a small clip below so you can get an idea.

Now it's time to go home, take a long hot shower, and go out to dinner with my guys. Have a great weekend!