I found myself thinking over the past two days, how closely the evening reminded me of my 30th birthday. I spent my whole year as a 29-y-o dreading my next birthday.
OMG! I can't believe I'm turning 30! TERROR!!! And for all that, it turned out not to be pretty easy to take.
Wednesday was another expected trauma that turned out to be more rewarding that dreadful. I liked the symbolism of the closing of Prodigal, suggesting that while he ventures into the world beyond (though hardly a new place for Damian), he'll always have a home at NYCB. For what, who knows?
I think we could have done without the introductory clip of Robbins coaching Damian in the clap-bend-reach moves of the sailor variation. It's not fair to see the 20- or 30-something dancer going full out for the choreographer when the same steps occur just a few moments later to begin a marathon where the now 40-y-o dancer's energy must be rationed.
That said, there were few other moments when I had a sense of holding back, and none whatsoever in Prodigal, which got a heroic performance from all hands.
It was an unusually full career, little (if any) time lost to serious injury, no sense of potential opportunities lost. Damian doesn't leave the stage owing his audience or his art anything. That's pretty rare.
Did anyone besides my seatmate and I notice the bat (I think it was a bat) flitting around during Fancy Free?
Thanks for identifying Isabel Guerin, rg. Context is all

, and while I've seen her dance with NYCB, for some reason she appeared taller than I remembered.
Dancers I noticed in the audience (4th R) included Sarah and Seth Orza in from their new home in Seattle, and Craig Hall.
Editing to add: I know I complained that I was unable to buy a ticket at the box office. Thanks to friend-of-friend for her change of plans.