Okay, maybe I did have just a wee bit of vino before Sunday's Anna Bolena. But I wasn't seeing things.
I love the Winspear. That blood red! That chandelier!
Spoke and I were walking through the beautiful lobby; soaking up the space before the show. Just to my right, close enough to touch, was First Lady Laura Bush.
Not one to be star struck, I was star struck. Like the rest of the crowd though, I managed to stare discreetly. That wasn't our give-away. It was the hush that had come over the lobby bar as we all watched her get in line with everyone else.
A First Lady not wanting to be first.
There was no privileged exiting either. She stayed til the fat lady sang.
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