A: BTW, what happened to your Trebs tickets?
J: they are sitting comfortably on my shelf
J: she is 3/2
J: but don't forget (if you are still up for it) Met Orch on Sunday afternoon
A: she cancelled
J: well then I guess I will get an automatic refund
J: oh well
J: her little statement is nice
J: "I will be unable to perform as I am morte in a bag--on some desolate plain"
J: "oh well, Maledzione. -'Trebs"
A: what the f is she wearing in that picture
A: It's like if an Anne Rice novel took place in a Russian trailer park