Night at the Opera
Sunday, April 21, 2013
We are grown-ups.
We had dinner at Original Joe's -- hadn't been there in years. The last time we went, our waiter told me that my timing was great -- the chicken livers and mushrooms (the only thing I've ever ordered there) was going off menu. We ended up there by accident, as the fancy schmancy place we were supposed to go to couldn't find our reservation. Ok. Anyway, on menu -- my dish (lies! All lies! Or, maybe the executive chef got so many complaints that it found it's way back). I substituted fresh veggies for pasta and took half of my entree home.
Then we saw Puccini Suor Angelica and Gianni Schicchi at the opera. I knew that when Lauretta sang O Mio Babbino Caro I would be sad and angry because The Girl isn't singing anymore. But the soprano was good (The Girl is better). I need to get over myself.
Sometimes I'm not very grown up after all.