I’m at the Opera!

The Vancouver Opera is treating me to a performance of Salome and a Diet Coke, and I couldn’t be happier. I’m set up in the lobby of the Queen Elizabeth Theatre checking out the action – the doors will be opening shortly, and I’ve heard we’re getting another backstage tour.

Tonight my partners in crime are:

• Tanya Davis
• Tris Hussey
• Raul Pacheco
• Rebecca Bollwitt

I’m really excited about this performance. It’s the last one of the 2008/2009 Vancouver Opera season, and it’s going to be so much fun. If you aren’t familiar with the synopsis of Salome, I suggest you catch up: here’s the Wiki entry, and here’s the Vancouver Opera Manga.

We’ve been warned that tonight’s opera contains nudity, decapitation, dancing with veils (7 of them!), and my personal favourite (figuratively speaking of course), necrophilia. Salome is one fucked up girl, and I can’t wait to see the VO’s take on it.

There’s no intermission in tonight’s performance, so we won’t be able to blog our thoughts part way through. There’s a party afterward, and I’ll be taking as many pictures as I can during the tour. That’ll have to hold you until tonight or tomorrow, but I promise pictures and words and nudity.

It’s TOUR TIME!

hey baby, how about a kiss

Awesome. I have a lot more photos, but I’m restrained by the flaky internet – I will post them when I am home. This is going to be so cool!

I totally outdid myself, and I am SO PROUD.

Not only did I scoot to the opera in a fancy dress, high heels and a motorcycle jacket, I *stripped* in front of the Queen Elizabeth Theatre.

Hey, it’s supposed to rain tonight and it’s frankly just not safe to ride in a skirt. In the interest of public safety, I wore jeans and leg warmers under my dress on the way in.

I couldn’t very well walk into the opening night of Salome wearing a dress *and* jeans, so I did the only logical thing – I took my pants off outside on the street, next to my scooter. The leg warmers, too. Fancy people were watching my performance, but that’s okay. After all, If you can’t take your clothes off in front of perfect strangers from a society far removed from your own, when can you?

I am so very, very amused with myself – almost more than when I realized I’m wearing a $20 dress from Target and $300 Fluevogs.

I expect my invitation to meet the Queen to come ANY DAY NOW.

ale and whores for everyone!

I emptied my puggy bank this morning to try to string together a float for tomorrow. The last time I counted, there was $42 or so in there – today, there was $185.91. Nice. I’m rich!

I’m having myself a quiet morning before the opera tonight. I woke up feeling kind of blue, so I’m just chilling out and crafting and counting money. I don’t know what I’m wearing tonight – I should probably figure that out sometime soon. The forecast is calling for rain but I’m still planning on scooting to the Opera – there’s a hockey game going on tonight 2 blocks from the theatre, which means parking the Mazdabator would be an exercise in frustration. Oscar will fit almost anywhere, so I’ll just try to dress waterproofly. Worst case scenario sees me in layers – I can strip the plastic pants off when I get there.

I knew I should have bought that Gore-Tex dress.