Switzerland, abridged
Well good morning,
just a qickie before leaving these friendly shores again:
Zürich, on the whole, was/is a wonderful, fascinating city, and getting to know the different ways to live in it was worth the trip - be that with eight people and two cats in a former colour factory or part of the Suisse establishment in villas so chique it has to be unreal. :-)
But Il Hampson mio, and I hope you read this haha, perqué?? Of all the performances you could have cancelled, why did it have to be this one? It's not like I could afford this more than once. Or like I, incidentally, behold the dripping wannabe irony, planned the whole trip around the seducing seeing you live for the first time. Fine, lesson learned, never travel after a baritone. It's just so freakin' sad. And the price was way too high, really. Like delaying-paying-of-bills-and-rent too high. I'd been looking forward to that wet dream event for months. One of me favourite singers doing me favourite villain in me favourite opera evah. Ooops, sorry, sore throat. Mr. Gallo not only was flewn in under dramatic circumstances but did a heroic job, and in a sweet gesture shook hands with the prompter during curtain calls, but I could have done with less pre-show adventure, thank you very much.
Okay, gotta get some sleep. Kaufmann was cute, I spent some great time with friends and cousin and finally got to see Milk, which, funnily enough, also had Tosca in it. See y'all back home.
just a qickie before leaving these friendly shores again:
Zürich, on the whole, was/is a wonderful, fascinating city, and getting to know the different ways to live in it was worth the trip - be that with eight people and two cats in a former colour factory or part of the Suisse establishment in villas so chique it has to be unreal. :-)
But Il Hampson mio, and I hope you read this haha, perqué?? Of all the performances you could have cancelled, why did it have to be this one? It's not like I could afford this more than once. Or like I, incidentally, behold the dripping wannabe irony, planned the whole trip around the seducing seeing you live for the first time. Fine, lesson learned, never travel after a baritone. It's just so freakin' sad. And the price was way too high, really. Like delaying-paying-of-bills-and-rent too high. I'd been looking forward to that wet dream event for months. One of me favourite singers doing me favourite villain in me favourite opera evah. Ooops, sorry, sore throat. Mr. Gallo not only was flewn in under dramatic circumstances but did a heroic job, and in a sweet gesture shook hands with the prompter during curtain calls, but I could have done with less pre-show adventure, thank you very much.
Okay, gotta get some sleep. Kaufmann was cute, I spent some great time with friends and cousin and finally got to see Milk, which, funnily enough, also had Tosca in it. See y'all back home.