another opera first

Simone Bocanegra.

My first Placido Domingo performance.

And it lived up to his reputation.  He was fantastic.  Everyone in the cast was fantastic (almost...a couple needed to warm up a bit, but then they were great).  It was the first performance at the Met that you could actually hear everyone signing their parts during a Verdi classic cinquette...or whatever you call them.  It wasn't as profoundly moving as House of the Dead was, but it was sung beautifully, and low and behold, Placido can act! He died like 5 times!  He's old, man! And each time he did dead-guy face plants.

But that's not the real point of this story...for the first time in all my solo visits to the Metropolitan Opera an old man tried to pick me up.  Oh yeah.  He came up to me during intermission and offered to have me join him in the seat next to him on the orchestra level. To which I kindly explained that the sound was better up where I was sitting, with a smile naturally.  I guess I looked good tonight in my new jeans, ancient sweater, and $5 pashmina...or at least hot to an old German man...and I'll giggle about that for days.

If only he had been as suave as Placido...