Waiting to Get There. Usually on the A/C/E in Chelsea, New York City.

Who doesn't love a chia seeds? I'm a lifelong fan. You might call me an evangelist even. When my niece was 13, I gave her a Bob Ross Chia pet head for Christmas. She could not have been more thrilled.  I'm pretty certain she was thrilled at least.  Mostly. Bob Ross Chia Pet Head Chia seeds are also an essential ingredient in my extremely complicated morning smoothie recipe. I measure them out and dump them in the blender along with flax seeds, hemp hearts, hemp powder, psyllium, steamed kale, blue berries and a running list of other items I'm experimenting with and/or are about to go bad in the fridge. It's amazing how you can chuck very questionable fruits or vegetables into the blender and never know they weren't top notch after a thorough decimation. As I told someone the other day, I can never go back to the office. My morning routine has become far too complex and time-consuming to take the show on the road. Anyway, the other day, I spilled I'm going to

I dressed up, it felt like the thing to do. So did Erin and Guy and Nardo so we were a good looking bunch headed to see the Metropolitan Opera performing Aida is all I'm saying.  Tom unexpectedly couldn't come, so I had texted Nardo three hours before curtain and offered up the ticket. Nardo couldn't have said yes faster. He's a fan of the opera. He mentioned he knows several of the songs in Aida by heart. He also said he's thrilled to see it because this might be the last time the Met uses this particular Aida scenery, a BFD in opera parlance. The last time I'd been to see the Met at Lincoln center was...  years ago. My Great Aunt Holly was an opera guild member and therefore could get tickets to preview shows.  My great aunt holly with Jack and my cute mom on his shoulders. With my Great Aunt Holly, my mom and my grandma, we saw Billy Budd, La Boheme, Lady Butterfly. Spoiler Alert if you haven't seen them... they all end rather badly. Also spoiler alert: S