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was Rossini's 52nd birthday. He was 216. ;-))
It was also opera night, and the opera was The Barber of Seville! Now, wouldn't you think that Lyric would acknowledge his birthday in some way? Oh, like having the orchestra play "Happy Birthday" after the curtain call or something? But no.
However, it was a splendid performance. It was the Lyric début of the soprano, Joyce DiDonato, and, gosh, I sure hope she comes back! Gorgeous voice, and a fine actress, too. Nathan Gunn, a favorite, was Figaro, with lots of funny business (in all senses of the word), and John Osborn as Almaviva. There seemed to be more than the usual number of children in the audience, including one in our party. Kevin and Jim were stuck in NYC on business, so Beth and Duncan's youngest (she's 11) used one of their tickets. She's a very self-possessed and well-mannered young lady, and quite capable of contributing to a conversation with four adults. We had dinner at Atwood Café, and all of us had their special Restaurant Week menu, since it was such a deal! (Restaurant Week was a city-wide promotion, during which a number of restaurants had specially priced prix fixe menus.) I had tortellini in brodo, coriander-crusted ahi, and vanilla-orange panna cotta with blackberry sauce.
Jamie's had to cancel his trip to New Zealand. His brother, who was to go also, has a spot on his lung and his doctor has told him not to fly, and he's having more tests next week. Jamie, quite naturally, doesn't want to leave him to deal with this on his own.
Today I must get to the post office! My sister's birthday is Wednesday, and I'd like her gift to get there relatively close to the actual day. So I think I will stop this post, pay some bills, get the parcel together and get moving.
It was also opera night, and the opera was The Barber of Seville! Now, wouldn't you think that Lyric would acknowledge his birthday in some way? Oh, like having the orchestra play "Happy Birthday" after the curtain call or something? But no.
However, it was a splendid performance. It was the Lyric début of the soprano, Joyce DiDonato, and, gosh, I sure hope she comes back! Gorgeous voice, and a fine actress, too. Nathan Gunn, a favorite, was Figaro, with lots of funny business (in all senses of the word), and John Osborn as Almaviva. There seemed to be more than the usual number of children in the audience, including one in our party. Kevin and Jim were stuck in NYC on business, so Beth and Duncan's youngest (she's 11) used one of their tickets. She's a very self-possessed and well-mannered young lady, and quite capable of contributing to a conversation with four adults. We had dinner at Atwood Café, and all of us had their special Restaurant Week menu, since it was such a deal! (Restaurant Week was a city-wide promotion, during which a number of restaurants had specially priced prix fixe menus.) I had tortellini in brodo, coriander-crusted ahi, and vanilla-orange panna cotta with blackberry sauce.
Jamie's had to cancel his trip to New Zealand. His brother, who was to go also, has a spot on his lung and his doctor has told him not to fly, and he's having more tests next week. Jamie, quite naturally, doesn't want to leave him to deal with this on his own.
Today I must get to the post office! My sister's birthday is Wednesday, and I'd like her gift to get there relatively close to the actual day. So I think I will stop this post, pay some bills, get the parcel together and get moving.
