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Jun. 28th, 2003 10:27 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rmI saw Boheme for the final time. It was not the cast that I had wanted to see, that was on the schedule, but I was very and surprisingly happy with it any way. I'd just like to say that the streamer cannon remains one of the most ridiculously cool things _ever_. I should also note that my wait for tickets in the agonizing heat was not graced by the video loop of extreme distraction, as the monitors had already been taken out for the show's closing and that I would like it very much if people feeling the need to give standing ovations would simply leap out of their seats at the appropriate time to do so, rather than looking around to see if anyone else is standing yet. This happened every single time I saw the show, and last night I decided not to be one of the morons looking around seeing if it was okay to be so enjoying ourselves.
It's a funny thing, with Boheme being such a ubiquitous opera, to have such a reaction to a particular production and watch it, knowing it's nearly certain that this iteration of it is not one I'll ever get to see again.
I feel like I should write something a bit more personal about the whole affair, but it remains the sort of thing where I can give you the list of why it matters to me, and I still couldn't possibly make it add up to a whole... *shrug*... it's been peculiar, even for me, to say the very least. But then it's been a peculiar year.
In other news I have rehearsal today that I am supposed to be off book for, and I am so not. And I am nursing a mild hangover from white wine and seem to have managed to pull a muscle in my foot. To make life more concerning, there were firetrucks outside my apartment when I got in last night, but no smell of smoke, even as our front doors were wide open and there were firefolk inside who didn't do anything more than nod when we asked if all was well. So not what I needed.
And finally, I feel like I am in the throes of a communication snafu with someone and am somewhat concerned. Not a bundle of fun that.
It's a funny thing, with Boheme being such a ubiquitous opera, to have such a reaction to a particular production and watch it, knowing it's nearly certain that this iteration of it is not one I'll ever get to see again.
I feel like I should write something a bit more personal about the whole affair, but it remains the sort of thing where I can give you the list of why it matters to me, and I still couldn't possibly make it add up to a whole... *shrug*... it's been peculiar, even for me, to say the very least. But then it's been a peculiar year.
In other news I have rehearsal today that I am supposed to be off book for, and I am so not. And I am nursing a mild hangover from white wine and seem to have managed to pull a muscle in my foot. To make life more concerning, there were firetrucks outside my apartment when I got in last night, but no smell of smoke, even as our front doors were wide open and there were firefolk inside who didn't do anything more than nod when we asked if all was well. So not what I needed.
And finally, I feel like I am in the throes of a communication snafu with someone and am somewhat concerned. Not a bundle of fun that.
