So Grandma Gin, Grandpa Joe and Grandma Shirley attended M's dance recital last night. It was awesome. M's class had eight or so girls in it, making for the largest group ballet she's danced in to date.
We all rode in the Honda Odyssey, making the short 2.5 mile trip to the Newmark Theater in just a few moments. Much less stess than coming in from the 'burbs! The show started about 6:30 and ran for almost three hours. M's group was twelfth of about 40 acts.
Increasingly, M is being used in a leadership role for dances. That was true this time, too. M was positioned toward the front and center, where other girls could take their cues from M's timing. M, on the other hand, being in front, had almost nobody to take cues from. No matter, she didn't need them. She had her part mastered, to the level that she had enough presence-of-mind left over even while performing that she discreetly (but actively) helped other girls remember their positions.
The costumes were elegant and beautiful: a dusty rose colored velvet-type outfit with a white tutu.
M has come SO FAR from the early days. The stuff she's doing is starting to actually look like ballet. It's enough to make a dad cry. So I did. And why not? I certainly pay enough for the classes to deserve getting a strong emotional reaction back from the show! 
We finished the night at Rimsky-Korsakoffee House for dessert. Again, just a couple blocks over the river from the Newmark. The coffees and desserts were excellent (and eccentric) as usual. Then, just two blocks to SE Stark and 27 blocks to home.
The whole night; right in our own neighborhood. Nice. THIS is why we moved here.
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