I took a lot of teacher classes at the Kennedy Center for the Performing Arts this year. I took enough to earn a certificate of studies as a level I CETA (Changing Education Through the Arts) teacher, which meant an optional dinner at the Kennedy Center last night. My costs were covered by the program; Good Man’s ticket cost $75, and we decided to spring for it.

It was fun to get to dress up and go out. I got to wear a deep V-neck (front and back) cleavage-flattering, completely sexy and thus work-inappropriate black dress. I also wore my red wedding shoes. Great! Except I had two glasses of wine with dinner and the meal was fancy and thus the servings were tiny, so when we got called up to accept our certificates during dessert (some chocolate dish that was fantastic) I thought, “I don’t drink enough to wear three inch heels…”

After dinner we got to see Ragtime. We had great seats—balcony A, front row, center. Shortly before the intermission, Good Man leaned over and said, “Is this thing longer than Titanic?”


I did understand his frustration. I was having a hard time understanding some of the lyrics (though they did a great job) and if they’d been in a second language?