Where we ate: We ate again at Big Sky Cafe, only this time I was trying to eat particularly light so I had the soup flight. Well, but then I had the pecan brittle sundae. But first the soup flight: french onion, beef mushroom, and tomato. The tomato was best: in fact the next day I bought some ingredients to try and replicate it.
Big Sky shares a building with a retirement facility. I wondered what that would be like, sharing space with a restaurant. Good thing? Bad thing? Then I thought, Fire thing, and that ended my new scheme to retire next to the opera and tomato soup.
What I wore: I wore an all off-white lacy multi-textured outfit. Anne was wearing an all-black outfit and quipped we looked like chess pieces. And then, hah, when the opera began the Capulets all wore red and the Montagues blue.
Who was there: No Salmonpants, but we usually don’t see him reliably for the entire season, that’s what makes it fun. (Seriously, though, SalmonPants occupies less thought than it took to type that sentence.)
We have no reliable season ticket holders next to us and I suspect that if those seats don’t sell the opera fills them with staff. The seat-fillers are swapped out at intermission and their chat shows they have some backstage knowledge. This performance’s post intermission gentleman sighed so dramatically it tickled the hair on my right arm twice.