Opera. . .?
My husband asked me if I wanted to go see one. I said, "I'd rather go see the new Resident Evil (in 3-D) Afterlife. And I wasn't joking.
I always figured opera was for old people. . .old stuffy people...
I mean opera is boring--right...? That's why I'd never even thought about going to an opera before. No interest.
My husband, on the other hand, loves all sorts of music and, I guess, classical is an easy stepping stone away from opera. Anyway, he's even been teaching himself Italian so that he'll understand what's going on when he listens to those operas . . . on the radio.
Anyway, when he heard about The Marriage of Figaro being performed in Portland, (in English) he wanted to go. I simply laughed and went around the house singing, "Figaro, Figaro, Figaro."
He shook his head and rolled his eyes, "That's not this opera, that's in the Barber of Seville."
Like I would know.
Anyway, my husband won the coin toss so we spent Friday night at the opera.
I don't know what I really expected but it wasn't this.
The Marriage of Figaro is a romantic comedy that made me laugh out loud. The actors were all amazing even though it was a Student Opera at Portland State University put on at the Portland Actors Conservatory. Tickets were only $12.00. And, believe me, it would have been a bargain at $30-$60 per ticket. It was four hours of continuous entertainment. Just imagine . . . singing for four hours. It was a wonderful show and my only complaint was that the performance, like I said, was four hours.
Four hours is just too long for me to sit still (even though we had two intermissions). By the time I got up out of my seat to head home, my butt was sore. Even with a sore behind, I would go see another opera - as long as it's in English. But, first I'll have to go see Resident Evil.