What is the perfect antidote for Friday the 13th? Good seats to La Boheme.
Why, you may ask?
Even though I had ended the afternoon clinic schedule a bit early, all hell broke loose keeping me late tending to patient needs. As a consequence, I had to rush home to change. I threw on a good bra and a low cut black cocktail dress and nice shoes, then touched up my makeup, got the sitter situated, and ran to the car. I was halfway down the road when I realized that I was still wearing my white cotton granny panties.
Laugh number one.
People pay more for one of these seats than I did for my face cream. Everyone is all dressed up in evening wear and putting on airs (except that my white cotton granny panties keep me from getting too high on my horse). But when the lights go down and the curtain goes up, all that I can smell is one fart after the other. The farts smell different so I know it is not from the same person. The odors waft toward me throughout the entire production. Interestingly, this has occurred at every other opera I have ever attended, so it is not an isolated event. Oh, no. Not hardly. Thank God smelling farts is supposed to be good for your health!
That was laugh number two.
Death scenes in opera are fantastic! In La Boheme, Mimi is dying from consumption. Even though she is supposedly coughing like crazy and is short of breath, when it is time for one of her lines the soprano can sure belt it out, even when she is in the throws of death’s final agony, convulsing upon the chaise.
The last laugh.
I sure did need that!