Rialto Theatre Tacoma, WA
What a befitting way to not only prepare for my upcoming trip, but also celebrate my 35th birthday in style at the opera. Monica, Kelly and I (we missed our other Italian buddies Lisa and Amanda) attended The Turk in Italy: a charming, capricious tale of the fickle nature of love all in Italiano! The story line was playful and I as always was consumed by the music. Honestly, I understood only about a quarter of what they were speaking or singing really. I was grateful for the subtitles but it was also lovely to close my eyes and just recieve the sound of the alluring language in my ears.
Although we were dressed to the nines to fit in with the swank opera crowd, I felt rather odd being that I was hooping' and hollerin' with the Underground Roller Derby only a few nights before. I guess I might have gotten a few snooty comments from the opera crowd if they knew there was such an uncouth woman in their midst, but I'll definitely leave out the details of my enchantment with the opera at the Roller Derby. I might get body slammed by Menstral Cyclone, Irish You Pain or one of the other brutish women that wail on each other on the derby track. I have occasionally taken a few of their x-rays when things get rough.
It was a great experience and also good practice on being proper for my stay with the nuns. The convent I'm staying at in Rome has already sent me a rule list including dress code and curfew. Did one of you email them?
One week till takeoff!