Those voices... that talent. My heart and soul were on stage all night, with every note, engaged. It was just so beautiful.
I went by myself, because my boyfriend would rather stick a fork in his eye that sit through that stuff.
But there we were, eatin' raw pizza that I made, and I said, "Tonight's the last night of Rigoletto."
(I swear I wasn't hinting. I was lounging in sweats, eatin' dinner; my biggest ambition was to watch American Idol in a couple hours.)
What? You want to know about the raw pizza? Of course, sorry. It was FABU! I made 4 little 'personal' pizzas, using pizza bread for the base -- I had made the pizza bread the day before -- then layering it with basic cashew cheese and marinara sauce, then topping it with yellow peppers, portebello mushroom, pineapple, and red onion, then dehydrating it for a couple hours at 115. Isn't it gawgeous?
Well it musta been good, because my boyfriend said, "Call the opera house, see what the deal is with tickets. *blink blink*
Long story short, there I was in the dress circle at 7:30, not wearing sweats! It was DIVINE.
I love raw pizza! I love opera! And I adore my boyfriend!
3 comments:
That IS gawgeous! We haven't had raw pizza in a while. I will have to plan it for friday night.
So glad you had a good time at the opera. I haven't been out anywhere, literally, in months.
This was a real one ... not live / encore / Memorex ??? How cool is that, Ms. Luce. That Steve is such a great guy. Love to him. XOX Islander
Thanks, Zucchini Breath!
My night at the opera was really a great experience. I have been a homebody for a long time and suddenly this year, I'm all over the map, and I'm really liking it! :)
And the pizza on Friday: yes yes yes!
xo
Rawkin'
Post a Comment