Oh my Gosh! I just got home, and look who walked out of our elevator while I was waiting to get in!!!!
YUP! Last May, when my mom and my blog friends from Michigan were visiting, we saw him dance the lead in Giselle at the Bolshoi Ballet!
I instantly recognized him, and like a blundering idiot, momentarily forgot his name as I stood there kind of flabbergasted. I'm used to old ladies coming out of our elevator. NOT HIM.
I awkwardly said, "You dance at the Bolshoi!"
He smiled graciously... And then I added, "We saw you dance in May and it was one of the most magical nights of our time living in Russia!"
All of this was said in Russian, but he smiled again and replied, in English, "Thank you so much!"
Even the elevator smelled nice when I got in... (And that's really saying something...!)