An Evening at Slayton House: Columbia, Maryland

July 24th, 2003

Every story starts someplace.
This one started with a misunderstanding.

Tickets said Friday, daughter said be there Thursday.
(She's the pirate standing on the left, eying Tinkerbell with disdain.)

So how do you get into a packed performance with no tickets?
I'm not telling.

I thought the choreography was just a slightly larger word than confusion, but there were some rather nice parts.

And tell me if I'm wrong, but don't these girls look like they're getting down?

All in all, I suppose a lot of good stories start with a misunderstanding.