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I repeat: I’m so totally marrying Frank Rich.

Update: The ball (which is part of what’s been keeping me busy) was pretty damn good: the costumes were extraordinary (if not as comical as last year), and the evening was mercifully short due to the last-minute cancellation of a couple of numbers, including one of Varla’s that was apparently dependent on costumes that never arrived from the airport. I suppose the 8 hours I spent hovering dozens of feet above the ballroom floor, stapling bunting to the balcony ledge, paid off.