Hi! In October 2010, I moved from San Francisco to Manhattan with my husband, daughter, and twin boys. Since then I've been busy teaching myself and my kids how to hail a cab, fly a kite in Central Park, and walk across the Brooklyn Bridge with style. And a few other things. I write about those other things here. Thanks for stopping by!
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this is a picture taken from our balcony before the opera started. Box 6, seats 5 and 6.
I knew buying partial view seats would be risking, but I liked the idea of having our own booth for Valentines Day. We even got our own door! And they were only $25. Most of the opera (Don Pasquale) was spent cranking our heads over the railing and sometimes even standing so we could see the actors. Other times it was spent just reading the small screen that translated the Italian into English. Rob fell asleep during the 3rd act. It was our first NYC opera together. While we probably won't do it again for a long time, I thought it was a fun/easy/special way to spend Valentine's Day. The chandeliers, the fantastic people watching during intermission, the massive Chagall paintings in the entryway, the orchestra conductor's crazy hair, that one love song near the end, the serious clapping Rob did after each act. I loved everything about the date. Especially my date.