A Midsummer Night’s Dream

I have always, always, always wanted to got o the Opera (well at least in the past few years). I always pictured it as the most classy cultural experience I could have. With absolutely no knowledge of the Opera, or plays, or anything along those lines, I wanted to go just to go, just to experience something I never have before.

It was so much fun from the beginning. I was giddy all day, and when I finally got home and started to get ready I only got more excited. With literally the only nice shirt I own on, a black blouse with black leather details, and some vintage earrings I got at a flea market, I walked onto the subway and found a very good looking group of class mates. Being all dressed up and seeing everyone dressed up, made me feel like this was actually happening, I was actually attending the Opera.

The show itself did not disappoint. It was by no means what I was expecting, but nonetheless I was pleased. Before that day, I had not been familiar with Shakespeare’s Midsummer play. I was caught off guard by the fact that an Opera, something I had always envisioned to be the pinnacle of class, could be a comedy in which a fairy queen falls in fake love with an ass. I was also surprised by the fact that it was in English. I had always wanted to go to one in another language. I didn’t even know there were any in English. It was weird but still enjoyable. The last act especially, with the silly play within e Opera itself.

Even end though the show we saw wasn’t what I had had in mind as my Opera experience, I really enjoyed it. I think it was a nice, light choice as a first. It really made me want to see a deeper one though. I’d like to see one that was written as an Opera and not a play originally, I want to see one in another language, witha deeper, more serious story, and I’d like to wear something nicer next time.