All day Friday, I was excited about going to the opera on Saturday. I kept telling all my coworkers I was going to see the Marriage of Figaro. Then, I'd break out singing Fiiiiiiiigaro, Figaro, Figaro, Figaro. Then they'd look at me like I was crazy. Apparently, not everyone is fond of opera (or my singing).
The last opera I went to I was 7 years old. I went with the Girl Scouts to the Santa Fe opera. My memory is very poor, but I remember the evening was gorgeous, I really liked my dress, and I didn't have much of a clue as to what was going on with the plot. At Furr's cafeteria afterwards, and I ate waaaaaay too much. The girl scouts dropped me off at my home late at night. I threw my Furr's dinner up on the bathroom floor, our dog, Bell cleaned it up for me and I went to bed. It's kind of a bizzare memory, but I did enjoy the opera (and I never ate that much again!)
Ah yes! Today is my Mom's 51st birthday! Give her a hard time :)
And Mezzo! I learned what mezzo means!