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A summer of Twin Cities performances.

At this point, I've pretty much achieved "professional audience member" status. And I have zero shame about that fact. This summer has held a true embarrassment of riches when it comes to performance arts...opera! Orchestra! Experimental theater! Concerts! You name it, I've been there, and probably loved it. 

After a hiatus during our European trip (omg, recaps coming up at some point...eek!), I kicked off the summer arts calendar with the Minnesota Orchestra Diamond Anniversary Symphony Ball. As covered here, the night was a complete delight...no better way to spend an evening than all dressed up, drinking champagne, and listening to "Rhapsody in Blue." 

Later that week, Jodester called me in as a reserve date to "Bridges of Madison County" at the Orpheum! I had never read the book or seen the movie, and didn't know the plot beyond the fact that it had to do with those famous covered bridges in Iowa...then I found out that Jason Robert Brown, genius behind "The Last Five Years" and "Songs for a New World," wrote the music. I summarily died and went to heaven, and knew that whatever else the show held, it would have amazing music. And I was right. Take a listen below: 

Delightful, right? While I thought the book was a little weak and the show got a bit long, the music was just as delightful as all my favorite JRB standards. I looped the soundtrack on repeat for most of the rest of the month, with no shame. 

One of my favorite annual events in the Twin Cities is the Minnesota Orchestra's "Symphony for the Cities" concert series in area parks. We went to the fabulous Harriet Bandshell to watch associate conductor Roderick Cox lead the orchestra through everything from Star Wars to Wagner, ET to "1812." And, nerd that I am, I was DEAD set on making sure we had a front-row seat. 

Worth it, when you're up against crowds like this. It never fails to make me incredibly happy to see such a diverse crowd of people attend the shows...anything that exposes a person to classical music, whether they're die-hard groupies like me or the concert is their first and only experience, is worth it in my eyes. 

Doesn't hurt that the night (and our view, and the performance!) was perfect, either. I cried through the Armed Forces tribute...I always do...and played the piccolo part for "Stars and Stripes Forever" in my palm right along with Roma Duncan. SO in love with this amazing orchestra. The Twin Cities are lucky to have them! 

The unequivocal highlight of my summer this year was Adele. I have so much to say on that subject, in fact, that she merits her own post. Stay tuned, campers. She's unbelievable live. 

Mid-July found the Jodester and I back at Orchestra Hall for Sömmerfest! The Orchestra's annual summer concert series, an unbelievable feat of over a dozen performances in two weeks, never ceases to totally blow my mind. Under the directorship and coordination of Andrew Litton, now in his 13th year of Sömmerfest, the programming has grown increasingly ambitious and continues to draw true stars to perform.

The Brahms Double Concerto this year featured the unbelievable duo of Nicola Benedetti on violin and her boyfriend, cellist Leonard Elschenbroich. The Double Concerto's first movement quickly became my most-played Spotify track of the month...sweeping, lush interplay between the cello and violin, and a stunning crescendo in intensity to the gorgeous conclusion. It was the "1812 Overture," however, that brought me to tears.

The attacks in Nice had taken place that night, and listening to the slow lyricism and searing drama of the Overture in the face of that news gave me goosebumps. It felt, to me, like the entire orchestra played with a little bit of extra fuck-you passion...like each and every one of them somehow had something to prove. Maybe that music, like the human spirit, transcends everything...I don't entirely know, but it was amazing. 

My first Guthrie trip of the summer was with this fabulous crew, for Open Call night at "South Pacific!" We all received fabulous neon orange leis in keeping with the evening's theme...which the Guthrie went all out supporting! We were treated to signature tiki drinks, Polynesian munchies and a killer hibiscus rum punch after the show, and even the weather cooperated...it was a stupidly humid 95 degrees the night of the show! The musical itself was expertly cast, with standout performances across the board, and as usual, the set design was exquisite. The show is still on through this weekend - if you have nothing to do in the Twin Cities, do yourself a favor and get there! 

Just two days later, Michael popped back down to the Cities for the Sömmerfest closer...Verdi's opera "Otello" in concert! Our seats were clearly terrible...

...and we clearly hated the entire production. KIDDING. Sitting front/second row for an opera is now my favorite thing to do (especially after "Tosca" in March), and the concert format offered a new perspective on the fantastic soloists, particularly Iago (played by Stephen Powell, our Scarpia from "Tosca!"). Add in the mass of the Minnesota Orchestra, the Minnesota Chorale, AND the Minnesota Boy Choir, and with nearly 300 people on stage it was utterly overwhelming...in the best way.

I broke out of my usual Guthrie-and-orchestra rotation for a quick trip to the Dakota in August for Marc Broussard with the fam. We've been obsessed with him since his first couple albums, over a decade ago, but this performance was unique in that he and his dad performed as a duo! Hearing him talk about how his love for and taste in music was deeply influenced by his father added an entirely new nuance to the show. With old favorites like "Home," "The Wanderer," and "Lonely Night in Georgia," along with covers of everything from "Change the World" to "The House at Pooh Corner," I died and went to proverbial heaven about six times over the course of the night. 

Just a couple weeks ago, AJ and I headed to a night of the Minneapolis Fringe Festival! Staged for two weeks annually, Fringe focuses on amateur theater, dance and performing arts, and you never really know what you're going to get in each 60-minute block. We tried to go to one show, but it was sold out, so we ended up at "The History of B-List Movie Actors" for our first option, and a ballet about "the natal passion" and passage of time and maturity for our second. Both were incredibly different from anything I've ever seen, and that's what's so crazy and fun about Fringe. 

The hands-down most powerful piece of theater I've seen this summer, however, and likely this year, is the Guthrie's production of Ayad Akhtar's "Disgraced." Hal, AJ and I rushed tickets last Thursday, and I'd be lying if I said I wasn't still finding myself wrestling with it even today. The play is the most-produced work of the 2015-2016 theater season nationally, and with good reason...it's a completely incendiary, jarring, visceral piece of theater that left me so tense I had sweat running down my back by the end of the show. The show confronts and challenges what feels like everything: racism, sexism, nature versus nurture, religion, politics, terrorism and fanaticism, cultural appropriation and denial. At a brief 90 minutes, there's not a wasted line of dialogue or gesture in the entire work, and it continually ratchets up to new levels of complete shock, no-holds barred outrage, and life-shattering action and assumption. Friends, if you see one piece of theater ever in your year, make it "Disgraced." I can't say it vehemently enough - this was true world-class theater, and it is exactly the kind of work that needs to be seen. It runs through this weekend at the Guthrie, and rush tickets are only $25...do yourself a favor and go!!! 

PHEW I'M EXHAUSTED even just re-living this summer's shows. Let's be friends and go find an audience to be a part of soon, k? I've got over 30 performances coming up in the next calendar year, with more to be added, undoubtedly! Here's to being the world's most insane arts geek! 

Summer Snapshots: Life Lately

Bits and pieces of life that don't really fit anywhere else or merit their own post: 

puppy snuggles at Hannah's during the "Bachelorette" premiere WAY forever ago

I finished moving and looked like I had done several rounds in a steel cage death match. My boss did point out that the bruises formed a semi-smiley face pattern. Small victories? 

Lake Harriet date nights with the Jodester...circling the lake and savoring Bread and Pickle wraps afterward. 

Admiring the lupine blooms along the Lake Harriet trail

The most appropriate and adorable thank-you gift from friends...anything remotely Francophile or macaron-related automatically has my heart, bien sûr. 

The Notre Dame-iest gallery wall that every gallery-walled outside the 46556 is now the focal point of the House of Hal and Lizzie's entryway. 

Pre-Orpheum dinner at lovely Third Bird across Loring Park...

...highlight of which was the cheddar bacon popcorn and this delectable grilled peach and burrata salad, about which I may still be fantasizing. 

"Bridges of Madison County" as Jodester's replacement date when Papa Bear left us to go fish epically in Canada...total win. Jason Robert Brown wrote the music and it is, like the rest of his work, almost always transcendently lovely. 

Slowly freezing and watching the Twins get slaughtered by the Phillies on an unseasonably cold late-June day during a work outing. 

The current state of my bedroom gallery wall, also featuring a plethora of artwork from last year's Paris trip and this year's Scandinavia trip piled on the dresser which needs to get framed and added! 

Spotted the Osmobile, the Minnesota Orchestra's cutest and cleverest moving advertisement, on my way home from work a few weeks ago and almost crashed my car to get a picture of it. No shame in my Osmobsession. 

The most precious and tiniest ducklings on Lake Harriet before the Minnesota Orchestra's Concert in the Park...squeeeee!!

Like I said, going through a major Founding Fathers phase right now and laughed fairly hard at this. 

Kels, Katie, Erin and I did an Escape Room the weekend of the Fourth and we ALMOST got out. Lost in the last 17 seconds. I blame the fact that I spent the first twenty minutes trapped in handcuffs for my major lack of valuable contributions apart from getting a safe cracked. Also, a score is 20 years, for those who are unsure. 

I'm now shamelessly one of those girls who is going to drag all her girlfriends to yoga with her, and then make them drink iced coffee and talk about how zen it was to watch the sun come up during sun salutations. OMG BASIC BITCH LEVEL UP ACHIEVED. 

Fourth of July on Lake Marion, before face-shattering!

Little Bro destroying some wake like he would later destroy my incisors! (I'm joking. All is well, it was not Jonathan's fault, and it's still such an epic war story.)

The best Manhattan in the Twin Cities is at the St. Paul Grill. It is called "The Manhattan Experience," it will set you back $16, and it is worth every penny. Jodester and I went before Adele and it was the bourbon-soaked cherry on top of a perfect evening. 

Poking around the prettiest alleyway in the North Loop after #ripbookclub brunch on Sunday...

...then accidentally day-drinking all day with one Nate Trembley, who is a: a terrible influence and b: a genius who told me about mixing Dangerous Man's Chocolate Milk Stout and Peanut Butter Porter for a beer experience that they literally refer to as "The Peanut Butter Cup." Holy omg decadence. 

I may have gotten my ass kicked twice in five minutes flat at Candyland, but I sank all of Nate's battleships, including the Lego that he stuck on his board to sub in for his missing aircraft carrier. 

Will you accept this rosé? Watching "The Bachelorette" with Hannah. Obsessing over Luke, skeptical on Jordan, and so, so devastated that James Taylor got eliminated. I'll date/marry him, then he can share a name with a famous singer and I'll be the second coming of Liz Taylor WHEEEEE! 

101 in 1001 #17: Take a yoga class.

Just plowing through the 101 in 1001 list lately, and I love it! This morning when my alarm went off, I was tempted to pull my usual move as of late and hit snooze...repeatedly...for like an hour. Instead, as I opened my phone to start blearily scrolling through Instagram, Hannah texted me to confirm that we were on for our 6:30 am date for Sunrise Yoga through the Lake Harriet Yoga Project! As cozy as my bed was, and as unappealing as getting out of it seemed, I rallied, grabbed a mat, threw on a sweatshirt and headed down to the Lake Harriet Bandshell for my first outdoor yoga class ever. 

Oh my god, so worth it. 

The Lake Harriet Yoga Project hosts daily morning yoga from late May through early September at the gorgeous Lake Harriet Bandshell, one of my favorite summer concert spots. Classes are suited to beginners but can be tailored to any skill level, and the best part? They're free. Free and taught by some of the best instructors around the Twin Cities! Doesn't get better than that, if you ask me. 

While it was definitely chilly at only 60 degrees, and while we saw more clouds than sunrise, it was such a lovely way to start off the day. The instructor's calm presence and ability to project set the stage for about a hundred of us early-bird crazies to run through a fairly basic morning flow. 

Particular favorites, apart from savasana at the end (duh)? Excellent warrior series that left my quads shaking, nailing the one-foot-and-lean balance in a dancer sequence for more than 30 seconds, and a super fun "Breath of Joy" exercise that involved three quick inhales and a forceful exhale, repeatedly. It sounds corny, but going through the Breath of Joy flow while listening to birds chirping and watching the sailboats bobbing in the lake genuinely left me feeling joyful...even though my toes were cold. 

Already planning a return trip as soon as possible...who knows, maybe tomorrow! 

For more information on the Lake Harriet Yoga Project, check out info here or like them on Facebook. And if you want to join me for more activities, look no further than my 101 in 1001, obviously. Namaste, campers! 

101 in 1001 #24: Try Rent The Runway for a special event!

Some weekends are just so fantastic it takes me until Tuesday to feel human again. This weekend was one of them...totally one for the record books in SO many ways. I spent Friday evening at Greg's cabin with friends: midnight swimming, drinking games, and soaking up the sun on Saturday morning. Saturday evening, however, I got to attend the Minnesota Orchestra's Diamond Anniversary Symphony Ball, and it was a complete 180 from Friday! 

Um, hi. Rhapsody in Blue was a HUGE part of my senior year of high school - I worked on it for solo piano for almost the entire year and have loved it forever. The event, celebrating 60 years of the Minnesota Orchestra, was a 1920s-themed Art Deco dream, and I couldn't have been more excited to attend. 

As the ball was black-tie, I went all-out and tried out Rent the Runway for the first time. After selecting a couple of different styles, I settled on this one-shoulder Carmen Marc Valvo beauty. Just the right combination of classic and elegant, with a little flair and a lot of room to have fun with accessories. If I'm being honest, I spent at least an hour playing dress-up and accessorizing once my gowns arrived on Thursday! With free backup size options and a second choice dress for only $32.50, it's a steal of a deal to get access to gowns that are definitely not a part of my regular budget. 

I had my hair and makeup done on Saturday before the event...I hadn't had an updo done since my senior prom, and had never had my makeup done. While the makeup was so much fun...red lipstick! Fake eyelashes! CONTOURING on a Kardashian-level!...the updo was a catastrophic failure. About ten minutes before my date for the evening arrived, I freaked out, pulled about forty bobby pins out of my hair, and completely re-did it myself. See the before-and-after below...and feel free to tell me that I should quit my corporate job and go be an updo-doer, clearly. 

So much better, right? I threw in a vaguely Art-Deco headband and some serious earrings and a bracelet from J.Crew, and called myself black-tie ready with the addition of a pair of murderous 4-inch heels. Our agenda for the night prior to the gala involved bison tartare, duck sliders, and the insane creamed spinach at Spoon and Stable...because I hadn't been to Spoon and Stable for about a month and was starting to approach withdrawal levels. 

Once we finished up at S&S, we found ourselves with a bit too much time before we headed over to the ball, so we tried out a new-to-me spot in the Ivy Hotel, Monello! Nothing like a giant glass of Jacques Chaput to make me feel incredibly fancy. (Please also note below that I am managing to wear red lipstick without getting any of it on my teeth. Extremely proud of that one, right there.)

Before I get too far into the post, I should probably introduce the tie-wearing half of our black tie event, my partner in all things opera and orchestra, Michael. Not only did he drive in from Fargo day-of for the event, he bought a super-hot Hugo Boss tux for it. Not going to lie, it made me really glad I had gone the Rent the Runway route just to keep up with his Bond-levels of suave.

Having totally enjoyed the pre-ball portion of the night...our server at Spoon and Stable knew him from high school!...we headed over to Orchestra Hall in time to grab champagne, peruse the crazy auction items, and head into the concert portion of the evening! 

Nothing prettier than Orchestra Hall all dressed up. We ran into some of Michael's friends from law school and joined them for the live auction, need campaign, and concert portion of the evening. Highlights: an adorable seven-year-old wannabe conductor, and the auctioned-off chance to conduct the orchestra in "Stars and Stripes Forever," which was won by a new board member who made my evening with his highly creative take on conducting. I also died and went to heaven over hearing "Rhapsody in Blue." Pianist Andrew Staub's cadenzas were outstanding. Pieces by Ravel (heavy on gong, naturally) and "Diamonds are Forever" (because, diamond anniversary, duh) rounded out a stellar evening of music. 

And then it was party time! Orchestra Hall was dressed to the nines. There were speakeasies serving signature cocktails scattered across the levels sponsored by J.Carver Distillery and featuring bartenders from some of the Twin Cities' best watering holes. Food by Be Events completely hit the spot at 10pm, especially the macarons, which approached Gerard Mulot levels of perfection. The Wolverines Big Band provided a soundtrack of Sinatra and swing classics, and the entire atrium was decorated just gorgeously. 

...Oh yeah, and there were aerialists pouring champagne...AERIALISTS. It was deliciously over-the-top and so much fun. 

We went through the buffet backwards, chatted with a few lovely people, and enjoyed several Bee's Knees, a gin-honey-lemon concoction originally popularized during Prohibition. Michael had zero qualms photographing me mid-appetizer...

...but I am innovative OBVIOUSLY and turned that shit black and white. Duh. Because everything is instantly un-trashified if it's in black and white. 

Attempts to get him back failed miserably, because he's annoyingly photogenic and chews with good manners. Damn it. 

We ended up spending the tail end of the evening backstage in the green room, as Michael's friends had an in, and I refrained from being at all embarrassing about it. Primarily because I was otherwise occupied rapping "Hamilton" and discussing Anthropologie with new friend Berit, an utter doll. We did take one nice picture before heading out...

Boom. Thanks, Rent the Runway. We ended the night by first closing down Constantine, the bar in the basement of the Ivy. Please note: red lipstick STILL INTACT despite hours of cocktails and dining, aka I am basically destined for makeup greatness now. 

We parted ways with Michael's friends after making a few Lakeville connections and I, being a moderately tipsy genius, decided we could totally handle the 20-minute walk home. I made it two blocks and freaked out because my heels were excruciating. Thank goodness Michael was up for closing down the Local with shots of Jameson, a spilled Guinness and a signature "Lizzie orders that virgin drink that tastes like a Creamsicle and adds a double vodka," and a suavely-loosened tie...

Best of all, he's the kind of guy who can tell when your homicidal heels are actually killing you and calls an Uber and carries them home for you so you can hold up your train, all without judgment of one of my most déclassé moments ever. Straight up winning. 

Already planning on using Rent the Runway for July's Como Zoo gala, August's Ordway season opening gala, and September's Minnesota Opera Ball...because apparently 27 is that magical age when all of a sudden you get to go to ALL THE FANCY THINGS. So excited! So happy! So sure that someday when I get to heaven, it'll include an open bar and have a black tie dress code. 

And maybe a champagne aerialist for good measure. To check out the rest of my 101 in 1001, and maybe hop on the bandwagon to do some of it with me, head here

pop, fizz, clink: spring cocktails

The moment the weather warms up enough to hit patios and rooftops, you better bet I'm there. I've had such a fun spring with friends and family at some of the Twin Cities' best spots! Here's where I'm dragging everyone with half an iota of patience to go with me: 

Spoon and Stable

Pictured: Purple Rain, a a mix of vodka, cocchi americano, absinthe, creme de violette, and cassis liqueur. I personally think that Spoon and Stable is mixing the best cocktails in the Cities right now, and it doesn't hurt that their bar is ridiculously gorgeous either. Bonus points to Elliot, our favorite bartender, who sneaks Blanton's whiskey tops to my dad and is never too busy to chat. 

CRAVE

Claire, Colleen and I enjoyed a ridiculously delightful girls' night out at the West End CRAVE before Memorial Day. Nothing better than drinking your way through fully a third of the (extensive) cocktail menu. My favorites are the Angry Dragon (a lychée-and-rum martini) and the Raspberry Ginger Gimlet (ginger vodka, raspberries, and basil)...but the surprise free Summer Sangria from our adorable server, Jesse, made our night! Three straws, please. 

Café Lurçat is a Schwegfam mainstay, largely for their bar menu (I'm convinced they have the best fries in the Twin Cities...sorry, Salut!). I've been hooked on their "Pink Lights and Champagne" cocktail since the holidays...Grey Goose Le Poire and elderflower liqueur? Yes please. My mom ordered the "Grapefruit Drop" martini last time we were in though, and I might be a convert for summer...think a lemon drop, with grapefruit, duh. 

Hola Arepa

Hannah's and my happy hour mainstay has expanded their patio and changed up their cocktail menu in time for what's sure to be a busy summer. We hit up the bar the night before I left for Europe and taste-tested the Passiflora (above), which combines vodka and passionfruit...two of my faves. Hannah also tried and loved the Spring Gin & Tonic, a bottled cocktail infused with orange and cardamom. 

House of Hal & Lizzie

...for champagne all day every day, duh. 

Hal and I toasted our new roommate status before he and I both left on consecutive lengthy out of town stints...nothing better than bubbly in champagne glasses that match your roommate's shirt. So excited for a summer of sipping with this one! 

Where did I miss? Let's grab drinks soon, campers!