i am everyday people
the rest of the day stretches before me, hazy and undefined. shall i head downtown and look for work clothes? shall i idle my remaining hours away reading in my paramour's bed? shall i prowl the bookstores of austin in search of next month's book club assignment?
i love being me.
yesterday tim and i drove into houston (he on four hours of sleep, i on three) to see aida. 'twas a typical verdi opera- all simple, brilliant choral pieces and tragically melodramatic arias. the costuming would have done an eighties stripper proud; pharaoh's daughter sported an amidala headpiece, and nearly everyone gleamed and glinted in neon lame. the sets were a bit chintzy, though. i expected better than southwestern adobe colours and random hieroglyphs painted on useless surfaces. i did pick up a karaoke opera dvd; now i, too, can be a spanish gypsy slut while i clean my living room. huzzah!
converse was supposed to meet us for dinner post performance, but he was sicker than a london peasant during the plague, so we've rescheduled for the beginning of may, when the houston opera presents janacek's cunning little vixen.
coachella draws close. i'll be in southern california for that festival, soaking up sun and suede. i think the festival grounds are a good two hours from her house, so we might need to accommodate ourselves elsewhere for the three days of music, but i definitely plan on some quality suede time while i'm in the area.
hmm. i think i will head into town after all. what to do? i'll decide that in the car, as i'm singing along with the song that belongs to the shifting of gears.
i love being me.
yesterday tim and i drove into houston (he on four hours of sleep, i on three) to see aida. 'twas a typical verdi opera- all simple, brilliant choral pieces and tragically melodramatic arias. the costuming would have done an eighties stripper proud; pharaoh's daughter sported an amidala headpiece, and nearly everyone gleamed and glinted in neon lame. the sets were a bit chintzy, though. i expected better than southwestern adobe colours and random hieroglyphs painted on useless surfaces. i did pick up a karaoke opera dvd; now i, too, can be a spanish gypsy slut while i clean my living room. huzzah!
converse was supposed to meet us for dinner post performance, but he was sicker than a london peasant during the plague, so we've rescheduled for the beginning of may, when the houston opera presents janacek's cunning little vixen.
coachella draws close. i'll be in southern california for that festival, soaking up sun and suede. i think the festival grounds are a good two hours from her house, so we might need to accommodate ourselves elsewhere for the three days of music, but i definitely plan on some quality suede time while i'm in the area.
hmm. i think i will head into town after all. what to do? i'll decide that in the car, as i'm singing along with the song that belongs to the shifting of gears.