As much as I adore opera, I can't subscribe to the complete and utter German-ness of Wagner. I guess as for as refined as I like to think I am, I'm just not that appreciative of discordant, post-modern, and painfully boring performances. Tristan UND Isolde is the third opera I've left before the show was through. (The first was another Wagner and the second was a ridiculously awful modern-day opera called Amelia. Really, "Finish your breakfast" should not be a line in an opera. Any opera. But I digress.)
Despite the general awfulness of Wagner, Jo and I had a fabulous time drinking wine, hob-nobbing and criticizing fashion faux-pas. We're in Seattle, remember. So there were quite a few.
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