Last Friday Oldest Son and his girlfriend went to the Opera. They saw La Boheme at the Metropolitan Opera in NYC.
I am not making this up.
When I was that age, all I knew about the opera was what I learned on Loony Tunes.
You know the episode: What's Opera Doc? - Bugs and Elmer chase each other through operatic themes, Bugs rides the back of some little fat horse and Elmer sings out:
"Kill Da Wabbit!" over and over.
Yes sir, I was very cultured at 17.
I'm not even sure I could spell opera let alone pull off the logistics they did:
Drive to the Train Station in Friday rush hour.
Take the train to Penn Station
Take a cab to Lincoln Center.
Have dinner in French Bistro.
Be at the Opera before 7:30 Pm.
As Darth Vader says: "Most impressive"
Besides my vast cartoon operatic background, the closest I ever came to anything classical was a Yes concert in 1975. They played Firebird Suite and there were giant phillips head screwdrivers behind them. I went with my best friend Steve Thomas. Franny Donovan drove us in his Chevy Biscayne. I'm pretty sure it had three bald tires and a bad valve tap.
He had Yes on a cassette tape player in the front seat. Not a tape player in the dash, but on the front seat was a portable radio shack cassette tape player. It was my first concert.
If I had gone the year before, Rick Wakeman would have worn a cape. That's pretty close to operatic, right?