The Doom of Donnie G
Last night, in celebration of my anniversary of being princessly fabulous and oh-thank-god single, my girlfriends and I went to see the tragilariously appropriate dress rehearsal of the Nashville Opera’s Don Giovanni. (The Ingrams are very big patrons of the arts, and sometimes tickets to such events fall from the drop-ceiling-sky like pink autumn leaves from drought-stricken trees.) Lillie…