Happy birthday to moi !
vilaine fille set up shop a year ago today. Alas, not everything has worked out as she had hoped—no eight years of hot man-love in the White House. Sigh.
My thanks to all who visit vilaine fille's daft little corner of the ouëb. Extra-special thanks to Lisa and Will, who (I believe) were the first to link to vilaine fille; to Alex, who has been so generous with shout-outs; and to all the vilaines filles and mauvais garçons whose links appear to the right.
And my apologies for the recent dip in activity. My 2005 "vacation" consisted of a handful of train rides during which I allowed myself to do non-work-related reading. The little time I spent out of town had to do with writing assignments. In other words, I'm very burned out and run down. Add to that not-so-good news about the health of the feline of whom I am blessed to be the biped, a spike in misery at the day job (barista at Starbuck's? not inconceivable…), computer hassles, and the fact that 31 October is a painful anniversary for me, and you'll understand why things have been quiet of late.
That said, I'm planning to post this week on my recent trip to Chicago, where I saw Rossini's La Cenerentola in the Ponnelle production (staged by one of the late director's former assistants), starring a certain peerless Peruvian. Here's a one-word preview: Bliss.
More bliss: Steve Smith, my friend and TONY editor and a supremely mauvais garçon, has launched his own blog, Night after night. Tell your friends!
Back to you soon! *smooch*