QUOTE (Farrell Fan @ Jul 14 2008, 07:12 PM)

I'd love to hear more about the NYCB Guild weekend in Saratoga.

Like most of you wonderful and knowledgable Ballet Talk ballet lovers, my wife Pat and I are not monied, and are Fourth Ringers. Except for the Occasional locally mounted "Nutcracker," we saw no ballet until 1989 when Pat suggested we two see a "Swan Lake" at NYCB. In it were Darci and Igor, and we swooned, I more so than Pat, and became as she would say a "ballet nut," a collector of signed pointe shoes and signed photos of ballerinas.
Because I have a blessed four-day work week, I go in every Thursday during both seasons and see maybe two Nuts.
I still don't know all the moves as do Alexandra and Cabro and drb and Leigh and all the other great observers, but I know this: I love ballet.
We have attended the SAB Workshop and many SAB Open Houses for the past ten years. We spotted Katie Morgan in 2005.
We give $$ to SAB and the NYCB Guild-modestly.
My wife and I live on Long Island. I have a fear of highway driving; my wife can elatedly drive at 80 mph in Montana and have a blast, but she fears the Cross Bronx Expressway and I-95 and I-87 and any highway she does not know.
I HAD to see NYCB this year, and so I was about to book Amtrak, when a letter came from Dana C of the NYCB Guild about a 7/11(my wife's birthday)-7/13 Saratoga trip for 550.00 per person. With other expenses, the entire trip cost us $1200.00
We left at 10:30 a.m with a tote bag, all the water we wanted and an incredibly magnificent gourmet lunch; we made great time, and after a 30 minute break, we arrived at the Saratoga Hilton at 2:00, received our room keys from Dana who had arrived via Amtrak, settled in, and at 5:00 the 73 of us set off with our magnificent drivers, Eddie and John, for the Hall of the Springs for cocktails and a magnificent bufffet dinner.
Friday July 11 gave us: Prodigal Son, Afternoon of a Faun, Rivers of Light and Glass Pieces (the only time we saw our beloved Katie Morgan dance).
EXCELLENT.
We boarded our bus and we were in bed before 11:00 p.m. On Saturday, July 12, we went to SPAC and from 9:30 to 11:00 Margueriet Mehler , Production Stage Manager talked about what she and her crew had been doing since the Opening on July 8. This is a woman of 35? who has her three children, 7,5,3, with her in Saratoga and she and her crew unloaded seven tractor trailers day and night for five days to get ready. Next, the Dance Museum which is about two minutes from SPAC.
We all had free time (Pat and I wished we were at the matinee since her beloved Wendy was dancing Mozartian which she loves.) So we ate a burger and since Pat was feeling lightheaded I sent her for a 3 hour nap in a/c while I explored Congress Park and the Historical Museum and scoped out a breakfast spot.
Before Pat napped, we went to Gallery 100 to see Paul Kolnik's NYCB photos, and met him--a very genial and nice man.
after showers, we set off again to Hall of the Springs for great appetizers, and very high echelon wines.
Each night, after the first intermission, we were able to eat and drink in the Patron's Tent.
Saturday gave us:Le Tombeau de Couperin, Four Bagatelles, La Somnabula and I'm Old Fashioned. Jeni Ringer danced the Coquette and Darci danced the Sleepwalker. Ending with Old Fashioned was exhilirating, and we all danced to our bus.
Sunday the 13th many of us went to Saint Peter's for church via cab, either ate in or did takehome(my wife was feeling lightheaded from Friday evening , (and still is, and is going to the doctor tomorrow) so I went to Compton's on Broaday (a five minute walk) where two coffees, a large orange juice, two eggs with bacon and toast and sausages and home fries and a tuna sandwich and a turkey sandwich cost me $22.00(no typo although I type with two fingers).
We left at 10:30, stopped for 30 minutes, were at NYCB Stage Door at 3:25, and via subway Pat and I made the 4:06 to Ronkonkoma and were in our condo at 6:15, in bed by 9:00 in both exhaustion and glee.
PLEASE go to SPAC to see the dancers you love in summer.
to bed.
Jim and Pat