I went to an opera on Saturday. I was invited to go and I went skeptically -- my only image of an opera was of the kind with the fat ladies with heaving bosoms, wearing horned viking hats. But it was something different to do. If nothing else, it would be fun to watch the "opera people."There were no vikings present in Orpheus in the Underworld (although there was a centaur), and it was a lot closer to Tommy or Jesus Christ Superstar than those big Italian tragedies. And I really liked it.
Unlike a musical, which I tend to hate, its songs weren't the type of song that gets stuck in your head, thank god.
And, of course, the opera people were fun to watch too. Witness the man in the front row (we were in the third row), sporting not opera glasses but a full-on opera telescope. He weaved it back and forth cocked against one eye to exam the very stage he could've reached out and touched.
And then there was the guy behind us who, during the bows at the end, emphatically declared "Yeah, oh yeah" with the volume you'd expect from a cheering audience but with none of the emotion. Opera people do their cheering in a civilized way. Even their cheering for simulated bug sex.
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That bug sex was a little disturbing. Zzzzz ZZZZZZ zzzaa. ZZZZZAAAA ZZZZZZZZZZ!!!! oooh aaaah. Ew.
Next time we go, if there is a next time, we need monocles.
I'm unclear on whether E knew the fly was Jupiter in disguise when she was macking on it... or does she just have a thing for insects?
Oh, there must be a next time.
I was just telling Mike about the big sex and I told him I wasn't sure if she knew the fly was Jupiter or not either. Seems like it didn't take much to turn her on. Basically, you just have to show some interest and she's yours!
I loved your summary of the ending: Basically they all decide they're OK with E being a slut.
It makes me think back to:
When I was king of the Beotians... La la la laaaaaa!
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