|Sophie (Erin Morley) trying to escape |
the grasp of Baron Ochs (Günther Groissböck)
in Robert Carsen’s production of “Der Rosenkavalier” at the Met.
Credit Sara Krulwich/The New York Times
What keeps me going back is the recurring, though fleeting memory, of living in another century when all that was possible was opera on the radio.
I went alone and arrived early enough to purchase my reserved seat, and to walk over to Chapters and buy a book I am looking forward to reading: Being Mortal by Atul Gawande.
I have been wondering why I am not seeing any of my friends at the opera, since I think that I and they will have like minded interests.
Saturday I hit the jackpot. I saw Ursula Benedict before the show started and we decided to have our chat at one of the intermissions.
I saw Marlys Chevrefils at the first intermission.
I have known Marlys for a long time for we both worked at the University Library. The first time we met at a big event she came to sit by me, and said to the man sitting next to me, “Do you mind moving over so that I can sit by my friend. He did. As soon as she got settled, I leaned over her, touched the man and said, “Marlys, I would like to introduce you to my husband.” She wanted to exchanged seats back, but he would have none of it.
As I was walking of the theatre on Saturday a childhood friend, Madeline Aldridge, stopped me, and asked me if it really was me. We exchanged email addresses and telephone numbers.
Now how could the opera be more fun that that!
Three friends and 4 ½ hours of pure Mozart bliss.