Wit Over Ignorance

A day at the opera

So we dumped the kids, abandoned the dog, and took off for New York for a grown-up weekend. Eat your hearts out, my little sweetie-pies - we had a ball and we didn't miss you a bit.

First stop, naturally, was cocktails, and the second stop was cocktails. After cocktails at the third stop we went to dinner for some more cocktails. The plan after that was to stop at a nightclub for a last round of cocktails on the way home, but for some reason Sylvie couldn't stand up straight and she demanded a taxi back to the hotel. She's getting old, you understand. These French women have no stamina.

The next thing we knew it was morning, so we stayed in bed and watched Brad Pitt take on the Nazis. It seemed entirely appropriate that the entire plot should revolve around a moment when the Brit-disguised-as-a-German ordered three cocktails.

After that it was grown-up shopping and then the main attraction on the weekend agenda: a visit to the New York City Opera for the opening matinee performance of Don Giovanni, which for those of you unfamiliar with Mozart's greatest songfest, involves a lecherous old fool who can't stop chasing after women. Any resemblance to real-life persons is strictly co-incidental.

All in all it was definitely an experience to be repeated. So we're off to Madame Butterfly in March, when I'm definitely going to try that rather nice-sounding spiced martini.

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A day at the opera

So we dumped the kids, abandoned the dog, and took off for New York for a grown-up weekend. Eat your hearts out, my little sweetie-pies - we had a ball and we didn't miss you a bit.

First stop, naturally, was cocktails, and the second stop was cocktails. After cocktails at the third stop we went to dinner for some more cocktails. The plan after that was to stop at a nightclub for a last round of cocktails on the way home, but for some reason Sylvie couldn't stand up straight and she demanded a taxi back to the hotel. She's getting old, you understand. These French women have no stamina.

The next thing we knew it was morning, so we stayed in bed and watched Brad Pitt take on the Nazis. It seemed entirely appropriate that the entire plot should revolve around a moment when the Brit-disguised-as-a-German ordered three cocktails.

After that it was grown-up shopping and then the main attraction on the weekend agenda: a visit to the New York City Opera for the opening matinee performance of Don Giovanni, which for those of you unfamiliar with Mozart's greatest songfest, involves a lecherous old fool who can't stop chasing after women. Any resemblance to real-life persons is strictly co-incidental.

All in all it was definitely an experience to be repeated. So we're off to Madame Butterfly in March, when I'm definitely going to try that rather nice-sounding spiced martini.