a night at the opera
i was a bad me and decided to not take my camera on this wonderful evening. it was a bit cumbersome for my outfit. perhaps i shall recreate the evening for you thusly:
We were dropped off at Dobson's...it was really crowded with lawyers enjoying happy hour, so we
enjoyed our meal at the bar. I had a delicious steak dinner and Teresa chose the sea scallops. Two manhattans later, we walked in the wonderful drizzle to the civic center.
This theatre is so very Russian! Loving all that red.
We had fabulous seats.
We then walked to the US Grant hotel and sipped Oban (McCallan for her) in the gorgeous lounge.
Here's the pic I snapped for the saint.
(i think the gentleman in the background might be my favorite part of this particular photo)
My sister is a pretty freaking fabulous date...
such rich conversation, such great poise and elegance, gorgeous taste,
ridiculously charming humor and warmth, and generous as hell.
The opera itself was rather poignant for this time in our lives and we both wept quite a bit.
We enjoyed our time together so much,
we felt young, beautiful, and full of the inspiration that only art can bring.
It was this night that I remember my insides saying, "Everything's going to be okay."
And for the first time, I believed it.
Merci, ma soeur et mon ami.