11/06/2006

The Revolutionary Costume For Today

I didn't really say much about the audience at the Opera now that I've had time to read my earlier post. For shame.

The horseshoe shape of the new joint allows for much better people watching opportunities than there were at the old barn. For instance, in the row ahead of me were a fun husband and wife team. She had some pretty badly frosted hair (you should see the cake!) and her best Mom jeans on while he had on a wrinkled denim shirt and khakis.

Mom turned around before the show and said to Dad while looking directly at me oh look, their row is raised up a little, that's what we need because you're so short. He swiveled his head around and giggled heyyyy, I resemble that remark! and they both laughed like it was the first time they'd gone through this routine. One artful arch of my left eyebrow ended the possibility of inter-row friendship. They went back to their programs, I went back to my perusing.

Sure there were lots of interestingly attached hairpieces and limbs on display but on the whole, I give the crowd points for trying. As soon as the lights went down, as always, about 1/3 of the blue haireds nodded off. Once some of them start forgetting to wake up, there's going to be some prime real estate opening up in the house.

My friend Deborah looked quite amazing in a long silvery skirt and a sort of gauzy blouse with an antique crystal necklace completing the look. She said the skirt was from Holt Renfrew and worth a fortune but she'd gotten a deal on it for $10 at Goodwill. Nice work garbage picker.

As for me? Well, I always make an effort. I looked dashing in my black shorts with the stripe down the side, think tuxedo shorts if tuxedos came with shorts, my Rock Me Amadeus ringer tee and of course, my good roller skates.

Next up: A Day At The Races.

8 comments:

Tumuli said...

Tuxedo shorts? Rock Me Amadeus? Roller skates? Someone's having a flashback...

Geeti Das said...

What's this about 'blue haireds'? Where can I find them?

chelene said...

I heard there were some gentlemen sporting capes on Opening Night at the Met.

Coaster Punchman said...

I have similarly tried to cut off such neighborly banter with my icy glare. Unfortunately, I am often accompanied by George, who wants to be best friends with everyone he meets...

Anonymous said...

You probably have an Armani Tux, I do not believe you.

But you have to have some tolerance for the ladies who are married to men who aren't 'into opera'. I takes much negotiation to get them to go with us.

Beth said...

What? No tuxedo T-shirt? This was the opera, sir.

X. Dell said...

And after a day at the races, you could go to a hotel and order the coconuts, animal crackers and duck soup from room service. After that, you could get down from a pony so that you could get horsefeathers.

Dale said...

Don't you have to stop doing the drugs to have the flashbacks Tumuli?

Oh you don't want these ones Geeti, nobody does.

Capes Chelene? Capes? Unless you're Batman, keep the friggin capes to yourselves guys.

I love a good icy glare although often, I play the part of George myself somehow inviting ridiculous exchanges.

I don't even know how to spell Tux Old Lady, honest.

It was at the cleaners Beth, even the most prepared of us slips up once in a while.

It was a little like the Marx Brothers but with bigger boobs X. Dell