One of those weekends
Apr. 4th, 2004 05:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
pameladeanFriday, April 2nd, was one of Raphael's and my anniversaries, usually the one we celebrate. It's our ninth. Raphael had to mess zir sleep schedule around for work stuff, so we hadn't made any specific plans for the evening, though I had noted that the sleep schedule didn't need any adjustment.
It was a very fine spring day. I got a late start, but did get my walk in, and another for my cat. While out with the cat (phenology report to follow, but I will note that while he is still pursuing his plan to become a gray cat by rolling in the dirt, he got seriously set back by then rolling in the sawdust left by the removal of the neighbors' mulberry tree, which simply turned him pale orange again), I decided I'd spend the rest of the daylight hours doing yard work.
I went upstairs to get a glass of water into myself and find a rattier T-shirt. While I was drinking water and looking at my email, David sent me a pop-up. "Dinner plans?" I assumed that he was asking whether I was cooking, and answered that question. "Before Iolanthe," he responded. "We're going to Iolanthe?" I typed. "Lydy SAID she'd talked to you." Well, actually she had; but she hadn't said whether in fact she had been able to get tickets. When the original notice came from the Gilbert and Sullivan Very Light Opera Company, I assumed that we couldn't afford to go. Lydy had pointed out that we had bought her tickets for the past two years and why didn't she buy ours this year? It wouldn't have come except that GSVLOC actually sent David email reminding him that he hadn't seen this year's production and there were tickets left for April 2.
So I was going out to dinner and then to see Iolanthe in about half an hour. I talked to Raphael, who took it quite graciously, removing the necessity of finding somebody to take a ticket on two hours' notice. I stared at all my Elisian necklaces and gave up.
We had a nice dinner at the Java, mostly complaining about the idiocy of either the City of Minneapolis or our lender, we weren't sure which at that point. Before we went into the church where GSVLOC holds its performances, we admired the moon and Venus and Jupiter. We had front row seats, well to the left, which may have affected our ability to hear the music properly. But we enjoyed ourselves very much indeed. Watching the entire male chorus, who are Peers of the Realm, active in the House of Lords, sprout fairy wings at once near the end, was alone worth the price of admission. And the woman who played Iolanthe preserved great dignity, pathos, and a hint of tragedy in a story, like most of G&S's, that is not very respectful of women. I know, I know, they are not respectful of anybody, that's the whole point, but there is still a strong bias and a lot of underlying assumptions.
This is long enough for now, I think, and I have to go move the sprinkler.
Pamela
It was a very fine spring day. I got a late start, but did get my walk in, and another for my cat. While out with the cat (phenology report to follow, but I will note that while he is still pursuing his plan to become a gray cat by rolling in the dirt, he got seriously set back by then rolling in the sawdust left by the removal of the neighbors' mulberry tree, which simply turned him pale orange again), I decided I'd spend the rest of the daylight hours doing yard work.
I went upstairs to get a glass of water into myself and find a rattier T-shirt. While I was drinking water and looking at my email, David sent me a pop-up. "Dinner plans?" I assumed that he was asking whether I was cooking, and answered that question. "Before Iolanthe," he responded. "We're going to Iolanthe?" I typed. "Lydy SAID she'd talked to you." Well, actually she had; but she hadn't said whether in fact she had been able to get tickets. When the original notice came from the Gilbert and Sullivan Very Light Opera Company, I assumed that we couldn't afford to go. Lydy had pointed out that we had bought her tickets for the past two years and why didn't she buy ours this year? It wouldn't have come except that GSVLOC actually sent David email reminding him that he hadn't seen this year's production and there were tickets left for April 2.
So I was going out to dinner and then to see Iolanthe in about half an hour. I talked to Raphael, who took it quite graciously, removing the necessity of finding somebody to take a ticket on two hours' notice. I stared at all my Elisian necklaces and gave up.
We had a nice dinner at the Java, mostly complaining about the idiocy of either the City of Minneapolis or our lender, we weren't sure which at that point. Before we went into the church where GSVLOC holds its performances, we admired the moon and Venus and Jupiter. We had front row seats, well to the left, which may have affected our ability to hear the music properly. But we enjoyed ourselves very much indeed. Watching the entire male chorus, who are Peers of the Realm, active in the House of Lords, sprout fairy wings at once near the end, was alone worth the price of admission. And the woman who played Iolanthe preserved great dignity, pathos, and a hint of tragedy in a story, like most of G&S's, that is not very respectful of women. I know, I know, they are not respectful of anybody, that's the whole point, but there is still a strong bias and a lot of underlying assumptions.
This is long enough for now, I think, and I have to go move the sprinkler.
Pamela
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Date: 2004-04-04 11:40 pm (UTC)(In case you're unaware, that's Gondoliers.)
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Date: 2004-04-05 12:02 pm (UTC)Pamela