Friday
Worked and then met Van, Paul, Paul's mom, Molly, and Erick for dinner at Cafe Buenos Aires. We then forded across State Street to Arlington Theater for the opera. Our seats were high up in the last row of the balcony, so Molly was little more than a distant speck up on the stage. I can’t say that I’m a huge opera fan. I appreciate it as an art form, but the melodrama bugs me.