my pretty woman moment

Tonight I am going to my very first Opera. To the best of my knowledge opera isn't really my thing but that is mainly based on the snatches of operatic singing I have heard over the years. My boyfriend works in marketing for Theatre Royal so he managed to get free tickets.  They are showing the première of the first Irish Opera on a fairly tiny stage.   Now I'm not sure if I like opera but I do like free. I mentioned to a friend of mine that I had to head back to Waterford early as we were going to see an Opera and she said it would be just like Pretty woman so somehow attending an Opera must turn me into an escort either that or she meant I might be a bit out of place at something so fancy. I think she might be right.

Having nothing to base it on, I have no idea what to expect. My boyfriend suggested I dress up but we have different ideas about what that might entail and I'm not quite sure how dressed up I'm expected to get. Now obviously I have some cop on so I wasn't planning on showing up in jeans and a hoodie even though I would be oh so cosy in that dashing ensemble. But at the same time I don't want to dress to the nines and find everyone else has played it down a little. If that happened I'd probably miss most of the Opera because I'd be too busy giving Stephen dirty looks for making  the wardrobe suggestion in the first place.
I think I'll play it somewhat safe as I have a few long dresses that should pass muster. I think I'd probably get some funny looks if I turned up in the formal dress I wore for last week's princess party. 

Once we arrive I am hoping that we will be given a balcony to sit in and then handed some fancy fans and special binoculars to watch the show but seeing as only Opera experience I have is based on fleeting scenes taken from tv shows and movies, I will assume that part is wildly exaggerated if not an outright lie. Or perhaps this sort of thing happens at more prestigious operas in bigger cities but I will never know any different but somehow I feel my first opera will also be my last. 

I'm sure it says plenty about me that it is with great reluctance that I will be peeling myself from the couch to go get ready. I'd love to spend my evening alone lounging in pyjamas while watching shows but then again if I had my way I'd soon run out of things to blog about. 
Time to go make myself look respectable and after that the hardest part will staying awake to enjoy the full show. 

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