And crystal, bountiful balconies, beautifully-dressed (and significantly less beautifully-dressed) people and that hushed, less-chattery background noise that comes to be when people are trying to act less tacky than usual and are surrounded by the finest sound-eating materials the taxpayers' $ can buy...
So, I like the opera. Funny faced-overacting, mind-blowing voices and easy-to-follow plot. What's not to like? I do think I'm more of an opera buffa, Italian-lite-type girl, rather than a Wagnerian fan. Opera seria is just a little too heavy, too big, too long for my taste. Gianni Schicchi is a very manageable length, almost too short, much like the evening's opening performance. What I found really strange was that every person that I mentioned opera attendance to, every single one claimed to like opera. That really surprised me, and mayhap we will test that theory some time...
More importantly, I went out on a Friday!!! That is a something that hasn't happened for a while, as I usually go home to be floppy and watch the TV I've taped over the week. It was actually a ton of fun and content-wise, was very much like a Very Good Date. Except, our time sipping drinks while overlooking the water, under a smiling moon, with gently wafting breezes, was engaged in depressing political debate, rather than more setting-appropriate banter. Sigh. I get it, fun things only happen under the most platonic of circumstances.
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