I think I want to change my name to Kimlicita. Everything sounds more exotic when you add a Spanish suffix to it, and I would then have an excellent excuse to (continue to) wear flowers in my hair and corsets.

I promise I’ll stop gushing about Carmen soon, but last night’s costumes were just incredible. It was also funny to note that as Carmen’s costumes changed throughout the acts to denote changes in her fortune or standing, they got more and more elaborate – but my absolute favourite of the night was her opening outfit, of the red corset and long billowing white skirt. I could absolutely rock that look. I’m fairly certain I would be a vision in enormous boobs and loveliness (that no one would see because of the aforementioned enormous boobs).

If all else fails, I’m going to change my name to Squinty McSmiles. I’m looking at the various pictures taken throughout the night, and I HAVE NO EYES. No wonder I walk into things so often.

Also, so I don’t forget: I read Twilight on Saturday and it completely broke my brain. I’ll tell you why as soon as I recover some of my mental abilities.