Flight! last night.
It is a modern era opera (oxymoron?) and an even rarer phenomenon, an English language opera. Which leads me to question why I titled this post in Spanish. Well, I'm trying to really speak Spanish all day every day, so when I sat down at the computer, that was actually the first word that came to my mind - I'm getting there!
Anyway, the show was racy, raunchy, and riotous. Baby Boy and I laughed so hard we almost cried at some scenes and blushed so hard we almost burst into flames at others. If this show is coming to a performing arts center near you, leave the littles at home. Consider this your one and only warning.
Baby Boy and I chatted and giggled all the way home and then I went to bed humming the tunes of the countertenor (Simply amazing!) and chuckling to myself.
I am so thrilled to have a son who understands and loves me enough to indulge my passion for the arts. He's the best escort a girl could ever want.
Have a FANTASTIC WEEKEND!
Until next time . . .