Saturday, November 22, 2008
I saw an opera today..........sort of.
Today I went to the televised performance from The Metropolitan Opera House, The Damnation of Faust. These wonderful live operas are shown at movie theatres all over the US. We went to several last winter and enjoyed them so much we had bought several tickets for this season.
I normally go with friends. There were five of us in our little group. I met them at noon as we wanted to get a good seat in the theatre for the one o’clock performance. It was a fast hour and it was soon time for the curtain to rise. We settled down to watch this magnificent performance. An hour-and-a-quarter went by before the intermission. The theatre was cold, my nose felt like a block of ice, several were complaining. I had taken my coat off when we first sat down but had pulled it under my chin to keep warm. It can be lovely and snug if used this way and it felt like a blanket. It wasn’t long before I started to feel a bit toasty, perhaps a little too toasty. The act started, the performers came on stage, I started sinking into the seat to enjoy the glorious sights and sounds of The Damnation of Faust.
I started dreaming and I woke up with a loud snore which took me completely by surprise. No one heard me but I said “Excuse me!” in a quiet little voice. I looked up at the stage and as I continued to look and squinted to make sure, I noticed characters I hadn’t seen before. Where did they come from? It took a few seconds to register but I realized much to my shock, I was watching the last few moments of the production. I had slept through the last half of the opera. People started applauding. If anyone had looked in my direction they would have seen the wide eyed expression as my mouth gaped open. My friends excitedly turned around and said, “Wasn’t that absolutely incredible, such a wonderful performance.” They were sitting on each side of me and they didn't realize I had drifted off. I was too embarrassed to tell them, so I kept quiet and smiled, probably a weak little smile. I was completely kicking myself because I had been looking forward to this opera for months. On reflection it would have been better if I had stayed cold.
We went to dinner and when they were all discussing what I alone knew I had missed, no one noticed how quiet I was with my comments. Maybe one day I will tell them but not just yet. Usually I fall asleep on the couch and miss the end of a show but this is the first time I have fallen asleep in the theatre. Opera isn’t exactly quiet is it?
So when I returned home at seven this evening and Gregg asked me how was the opera, he was surprised at my initial reaction to his question which was to role my eyes.