Forgotten Opera

Dav and I went to the most beautiful party last night. It was sort of like a

benefit for the San Francisco Opera. It was costume ball party with DJs and

several dance floors, but using SF Opera sets to make the place gorgeous and

ethereal. We met our friend Alex (2nd picture) and Eric (last picture), whose

face was covered in feathers and we'd never have recognized him if we hadn't

overheard his signature laughter.

People just went all out with the most fantastic costumes. We'd walk around and

feel like we were at THE 19th century Venetian party. I just stared at

all the characters that were part of this scene. Traditional ball gown outfits

with hairdos to match, gents in aristocratic suits with those stocking socks and

buffoonish white wigs, lots of furry goat-like creatures with horns. We spotted

a cute black and white beaver couple as they carried around their huge flat

tails, bumped into a cat man, a giant bearded trucker type wearing the daintiest

Hello Kitty custom-made shirt with a pink tutu (and big black biker boots), a

forest creature with some netting concoction encasing him, a guy dancing ever so

gently in the corner with a delicate arched basket on his head so when you saw

his shadow against the wall it made you want to cry at the beauty of the shape

it created (first video).

I had my lemur handbag, Millie, that I got at Duke University's Primate Center.

She *always* gets all the attention when I have her. Sure enough, so many people

wanted to touch her and say how cute she was. I then found a man with an equally

cute pony handbag. I ran up to him and we let Millie and the Pony pose for a

picture.

We took videos of a woman opera singer who did a beautiful solo where she

sounded like a magnificent peacock-like bird chirping gently yet forcefully, as

if to show off with a playful wink. Brought goose bumps to me and we cheered

like crazy. Following was what they called Modern Opera and it floored Dav and I.

He was a powerful magician-like king who had a mesmerizing presence. Next to him

was his 'conductor' dressed in a mechanic suit prancing around as if he were an

evil seducer controlling this powerful seductive voice to hypnotize us. The

singing was sad, yet hopeful. Made you want to hug the people you love and

travel around the world.

Quite different from when Dav and I saw La Boheme. I cried but it was an opera

show. We sat quietly in our seats and appreciated the 'art.' Here, we could sway

and feel the audience's emotions and the singer inspired us to feel our heart.

Now that's what Opera should be. You feel alive and it makes you go wild.

But the best part was being with Dav. It's so much fun to love partying the same

way together. We dance, hug, whisper thoughts, kiss, and completely enjoy being

so close. What more can I ask?