After many years of waiting to be in the same place as a production of Madame Butterfly, tonight the stars aligned. Knowing that I'm a nerd of a different generation and no significant other to bribe/seduce into seeing a 3 hour opera, I took myself on a date and sat admists the families and elderly couples. I cried (of course I did- what did you expect?), and it was totally worth it.
Here's what I've learned in grad school: sometimes you have great friends and you do great things together. Sometimes you have great friends with other priorities and that can't stop you from doing what you want to do. So look yourself in the mirror and say, I'm an independent woman, and I'm dressing up and taking myself on a date to the oper because I can. And it really is rewarding to be so totally self reliant that no one can sneeze at you making your own decisions- nor can they complain to you about making them go do something they didn't want to do.
(PS: Pinkerton is a jerkface and the whole audience was so peeved at his character that they booed his curtain call. Sure, nice tenor, but what a terrible human.)
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