Dirty Opera

Tim snagged a couple of tickets to the dress rehearsal at the Chicago Opera Theater. We hopped the train to the city to see a double feature of The Padlock and Dido and Aeneas. I was excited at the opportunity. I has been years since I have seen an opera.

The Padlock was a mildly amusing romantic comedy with a dash of old fashioned bawdy humor. The second, Dido and Aeneas, was more traditional love story about the Royal Prince Aeneas landing in Carthage and falling in love with Dido, the queen of Carthage.

Why would I even bother to babble about the opera, one may ask? I am shocked at how things have changed at the Opera. One of the scenes in Dido and Aeneas consisted of an orgy. Yes, an orgy at the opera. About 20 couples were dancing one moment, and on the floor the next. If that wasn't enough, the ladies legs went in the air, the gentlemen mounted and proceeded to slow thrust while the lead sang a little diddy.

Our friend Jill, a self-proclaimed opera diva, noticed my jaw drop and leaned over whispering in my ear, "It's all the rage, gratuitous sex on stage at the opera." That got me thinking ... are they looking to attract a younger crowd by using sex to sell the opera? Or perhaps, they need something to keep the old guys interested and the checks flowing?

If you can rake in a bunch on money with a musical called Naked Boys Singing, why not an opera performed in the nude? I'll keep my eyes open, you just never know what will be done next in the name of art.

Cocktail Shadows

Tim ordered a "Pinot Noir Wine Flight" with dinner. I was amused when the waiter returned and placed three glasses of Pinot Noir infront of Tim. Talk about some serious double fisted drinking.

Haiku Too

I opened the Valentine's Day card from Tim ...

Thank you for being

My daddy. My Kitchen Bitch

My everything.

Not only did the message make me chuckle, he wrote it as a haiku too.

To My Valentine

I wrote this haiku for Tim's Valentine's Day card ...

My heart beats for thee

Thumpity thumpity thump

Love pounding for you

Morphing Bread

Life comes in so many shapes and sizes. The loaf of bread served with dinner at Angelina's gave us a chuckle after a few cocktails. Is it loaf of lopsided bread, a mushroom, or ... ?

Tehe .. tehe .. I feel so Junior High!

Small Things

While tackling the mess on my desk, I spotted the corner of the dryer manual and smiled as I recalled the delivery of the new dryer yesterday. One small event at the end of an insane personal and work week, turned my frown upsidedown.

48 hours earlier the ancient dryer went from a small mumur to an ear piercing scream. The load dried with its usual multi cycle effort. With my fingers crossed, I tossed in the wet clothes from the washer, closed the door, turned the dial and hit start. To my relief, there was no ear piercing scream. Then it hit me, the only noise was the whir on an engine that couldn't. I tried again and my smile quickly turned upsidedown.

I reported the dryer death to Tim and asked him to let his boss, the landlord, know. I figured it would take a week to get fixed and calculated we had enough clothes to last before I would need to hunt down a Laundromat.

While on the conference call from hell Friday afternoon, the doorbell rang. I opened the door to find the maintenance man, two beefy guys and an appliance delivery truck. Less than 24 hours later, I have a new dryer.

I tossed the load of wet clothes into the new dryer. I was in seventh heaven, it took one cycle on medium heat to dry the load of clothes. Half the time and energy...yippee!