About a month ago I was leaving the UCB Offices and heading home when my phone rang. It was Silvija who was looking for someone to join her to see an opera. She had free tickets for Dr. Atomic.
I had never seen an opera, and seeing one in English sounded easier to take. Also its about a scientist. And I’d get to hang out with Silvija. But I was in a pretty slobbish state. So I said no.
Silvija began to try to convince – which wasn’t too hard. But I warned her I was unshaved, in old jeans and a spider-man t-shirt. Not exactly up to the dress code of the Met.
Silvija told me it would be fine, so I headed uptown to see an opera.
As I waited for Silvija to arrive I leaned against one of the glass walls inside. Everyone who works at the Met is dressed in tuxedos. Most of the people who walk by me are in suits. Some are just dressed in nice shirts and pants. And there is me, with his Amazing Spider-Man shirt that probably fits a little too small, leaning against a wall reading a Raymond Chandler novel.
Still – I was expecting to feel completely under dressed.
Silvija arrived and we headed in. Before you could take your seats they checked your bags. I had my backpack with me and unzipped it. The contents of my bag consisted mostly of a plastic container of peanuts and about 100 Dunkin Donut napkins. I felt like a homeless person.
However after the opera’s intermission quite a few of the well dressed people sitting near me didn’t return. Sure, the opera wasn’t great, but this dorky homless guy stayed for the whole show. So who’s the real opera aficionado?
Spoiler Alert for Dr. Atomic: You Are the Bomb!
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yes, but what was silvija wearing!?!? sheesh you left out the most important part!
someone just asked me last week to confirm that you don’t say her name ‘silv-ja’.
I was wearing sensible black trousers and a wrinkly blouse, probably. Thank you for asking, Katey.
Another spoiler alert for Dr. Atomic: The general sings about his diet!
At least you didn’t spend the first act laughing hysterically at the prop malfunction (or did you?). In terms of classlessness, I’m not sure who wins this one.
Another spoiler alert for Dr. Atomic: a bunch of people singing about nuclear energy while making bizarre references to Early Modern poetry is hi-LAR-ious.