[LJ2ME] Old Girls' Association
It was a magic fluke that I found myself seated next to my secondary school principal at The Metropolitan Opera's The Magic Flute at GV Max this evening. Some grown men still quake with fear when facing this blast from their past, but I had no reason to do so even back then, much less now. As much as I would have considered striking up polite conversation and bringing the topic round, I didn't, for she was sandwiched between two of her gal pals.
As entertaining was Mozart's opera on the screen, I couldn't help myself "eavesdropping" on the muted comments of these "Three Ladies" and this "Tamino" was driven close to exasperation at the continuous whispers punctuated by "Ooh"s and "Aah"s generated by the threesome.
It would have been more tolerable if their talk had more substance, but when choice pickings the likes of admiring the (stumpy) legs of the ballerina or being awed by the voice of "what's-her-name?"'s (Erika Miklósa) Queen of the Night or degrading Papageno and Papagena's "Pa-pa-pa..." duet into "this is the famous song" ruled the evening, your memories count for nothing.
She may have been a figure of authority in your youth, but let's not forget she's still but human and subject to moments of school girlish down time with the gang. I'm glad I didn't identify myself. She would have been hard pressed to account for her behaviour. Some things you are not meant to witness, like your parents getting it on. This ranks almost up there with that.
And I must state for the record if they thought "My fate is grief" and "Here in my heart, Hell's bitterness" were out-of-this-world, they've not heard it in Deutsch. Nor Lucia Popp...
As entertaining was Mozart's opera on the screen, I couldn't help myself "eavesdropping" on the muted comments of these "Three Ladies" and this "Tamino" was driven close to exasperation at the continuous whispers punctuated by "Ooh"s and "Aah"s generated by the threesome.
It would have been more tolerable if their talk had more substance, but when choice pickings the likes of admiring the (stumpy) legs of the ballerina or being awed by the voice of "what's-her-name?"'s (Erika Miklósa) Queen of the Night or degrading Papageno and Papagena's "Pa-pa-pa..." duet into "this is the famous song" ruled the evening, your memories count for nothing.
She may have been a figure of authority in your youth, but let's not forget she's still but human and subject to moments of school girlish down time with the gang. I'm glad I didn't identify myself. She would have been hard pressed to account for her behaviour. Some things you are not meant to witness, like your parents getting it on. This ranks almost up there with that.
And I must state for the record if they thought "My fate is grief" and "Here in my heart, Hell's bitterness" were out-of-this-world, they've not heard it in Deutsch. Nor Lucia Popp...