Schroedinger's Ballet

This is at once an interesting evening and a boring evening.

Driven by a certain amount of boredom with my life, and by a long-buried desire for adventure, I decided to leave my second ballet ticket for tonight in a book at Barnes and Noble's, with a note.

I have absolutely no idea if anybody took the ticket or not. As I am making a choice that relies on a certain amount of weirdness and improbability to for any definition of success, I think I have a slightly better chance of success than most people would.

Epilogue to follow.