At times in my life, I am offered seafood. Egged on. Coaxed into trying it. My mind made up it's mind on seafood quite a long time ago. That it's mostly disgusting. Fishy. Chewy. Okay, not disgusting, just not for me. But Elise will push some eel sushi on me and how could I be so ignorant as to say no? Never had eel--so you never know. The eel, by the way, wasn't so bad. Just a little bit fishy. Doesn't mean I'll rush out to eat it. Doesn't mean I puked.
Last night I saw my very first opera. Natasha invited E and I. She's working with the Orlando Opera now apparently. Hair and makeup. Soon, costuming. Soon to be paid. I of course think that this is fantastic. She's the only person I know that's gotten off their ass recently. And for opera! Never would have thought.
Never would have thought that I'd enjoy opera either. It's seafood to me. I'll go in with an open mind, because how terrible it would be if I didn't... but I didn't exactly expect to entirely understand or enjoy it.
Soooo... much like seafood... the opera was disgusting. But unlike seafood, I want my opera to be disgusting. I enjoy a good and gross show. I don't enjoy gross things in my mouth.
That's not to say that I was all that shocked when Salome belted "I want to kiss you on the mouth!" to a severed head that she held in her hands for the last twenty minutes of the show. And I wasn't even that shocked when she started making out with it. (It was probably that twenty minutes of warning.) But all of these rich old opera bags around me... they gasped. And that made me smile. I thought THEY were supposed to be the sophisticated ones, with their opera glasses and all. I thought THEY at least saw the sign proclaiming "FOR MATURE AUDIENCES." But I guess women making out with severed heads is just something my generation has been desensitized to.
And so, unlike seafood, the opera didn't leave a bad taste in my mouth. Har-de-har. And actually I enjoyed it. I felt sophisticated. I felt like I was holding opera glasses. Heck, maybe next time I will.
Friday... E and I are LEADING a dog parade. Front of the pack. (literally) A banner between us. We are LEADING a dog parade. How the heck did this come about?
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