That I am lazy should come as no surprise. This post will be brief: merely confirmation that I am still breathing. No, The Nose was not the last opera performance that I attended. Have I mentioned on this blog that I attended a delightful Rusalka in Boston way back last March? I see no evidence of that fact. Perhaps I typed up some notes about Rigoletto last April at the Met? If I did, I can't find them...
Incidentally, that Rigoletto--despite being my first experience of hearing Diana Damrau and Joseph Calleja live--was perhaps most notable in that I discovered for the first time the delight of the balcony box. No more cramped and expensive orchestra seating for these weak knees! I'll take standing room or boxes from now on.
So it was that for the December 8, 2009 performance of Le nozze di Figaro, I bought all 6 seats of a balcony box at the Met and brought several friends along, two of whom had never attended (or even listened to, as far as I can tell) an opera before. A good time was had by all. Danielle de Niese was a spunky and gorgeous Susanna. And, although I didn't take notes and my mind is somewhat damaged by alcohol, I am pretty sure that nobody sucked. I do remember that the price of a gin and tonic in the Met lobby was absolutely bloody criminal (good thing we tanked up at an Irish pub beforehand--note to self: must completely empty bladder before taking seat before a Figaro which doesn't have an Intermission until after Act II).
Next up, balcony box seats once more one week from today (February 9 for the non-mathematicians) at the Met for Carmen with (hopefully, because she has been buggy lately) Olga Borodina. Also (though tickets have not been purchased yet) I can't imagine missing the upcoming March run of Ariadne auf Naxos at the Boston Lyric Opera since I absolutely adore that opera. I just need to wrangle up (or harangue, more likely) some friends to accompany (i.e. drive) me (though my knees already hurt just thinking about the balcony seating at the Shubert). We also have Opera Boston doing Madame White Snake later this month, though it would probably be a task to get someone to go with me for that. Maybe I'll go alone, if only to see male soprano Michael Maniaci as Little Green (I can take the train, I guess).