Finally home on a snowy evening

Sitting here enjoying a glass of wine after a treacherous drive home. It was raining, and then sometime during the first act it started snowing. By the time we left the theatre it was coming down that nasty, slushy, heavy snow and the plows either hadn't been out or needed to come around again. But I made it.

The earlier part of the evening was very nice. Met Jamie, Kevin and Jim, and, unexpectedly, Sonia, for dinner. We had fortunately chosen a place across the street from the Opera House so we didn't have to go far in the rain and could relax a bit instead of dashing. I had French onion soup and a smoked trout salad. Yum. We had a bit of a surprise when our wine and desserts were comped. It turns out that the manager of the restaurant is the brother of a guy who teaches at the same seminar Jamie and I taught at last week. Jamie had told him we often eat there before the opera, and he told his brother to treat us right.

The opera was Mozart, The Magic Flute, the same production I've seen before, though they played up the silly stuff more this time than last (which I liked). The voices were excellent, as usual. It was worth the slog home.

There's a guy I've seen at the opera for years, always very elegantly dressed, very soigné, except that he also very obviously dyed his hair a deep red (likely his natural tint considering his coloring). However, this season he showed up au naturel, and looks sooooo much better, very distinguished-looking but still youthful. Wonder if he has a new boyfriend who prefers older men . . . Whatever it is, it's a lesson in "gray is gorgeous".

The cats hiss when they catch sight of each other, though it seems rather pro forma as they then stop it almost immediately and go on about whatever they were doing and ignore each other.

Finally home on a snowy evening

Sitting here enjoying a glass of wine after a treacherous drive home. It was raining, and then sometime during the first act it started snowing. By the time we left the theatre it was coming down that nasty, slushy, heavy snow and the plows either hadn't been out or needed to come around again. But I made it.

The earlier part of the evening was very nice. Met Jamie, Kevin and Jim, and, unexpectedly, Sonia, for dinner. We had fortunately chosen a place across the street from the Opera House so we didn't have to go far in the rain and could relax a bit instead of dashing. I had French onion soup and a smoked trout salad. Yum. We had a bit of a surprise when our wine and desserts were comped. It turns out that the manager of the restaurant is the brother of a guy who teaches at the same seminar Jamie and I taught at last week. Jamie had told him we often eat there before the opera, and he told his brother to treat us right.

The opera was Mozart, The Magic Flute, the same production I've seen before, though they played up the silly stuff more this time than last (which I liked). The voices were excellent, as usual. It was worth the slog home.

There's a guy I've seen at the opera for years, always very elegantly dressed, very soigné, except that he also very obviously dyed his hair a deep red (likely his natural tint considering his coloring). However, this season he showed up au naturel, and looks sooooo much better, very distinguished-looking but still youthful. Wonder if he has a new boyfriend who prefers older men . . . Whatever it is, it's a lesson in "gray is gorgeous".

The cats hiss when they catch sight of each other, though it seems rather pro forma as they then stop it almost immediately and go on about whatever they were doing and ignore each other.