I’m home from opera.

I must say I really love the music in Eugene Onegin. The plot? Well, Mr. O. is one selfish guy who whines at the end. Kind of like “She doesn’t love me. I’m bored. Life is no fun. Rats.” Well, sort of like that. I feel no sympathy. Nor should I. But I guess his pathetic life makes for lovely music.

And of course after the long opera I’m mighty tired. But of course I’m also a bit wired. So there you go.

I felt good about tonight. I probably shouldn’t even ask other musicians about their opinions; I don’t want to hear anything negative. I just wanna sit here and enjoy thinking I played well. So there you go (#2).

Now it’s, “Do I dare eat anything at all or will that keep me up all night?” And the answer is going to be, “Eat, doggone it. The opera was three hours long and you deserve something.” So there you go (#3).

If I’m still awake at 2:00 AM I’ll blog about it here so you know. I’m extremely nice that way.

And here I go … time to grab that tasty bowl of cereal.

2 Comments

  1. A little tired, a little wired. Twired?

    I totally understand. I either have to go out after a show, or at the very least go home and eat a little something and unwind. No matter how tired I might be, I can’t just go home and go to bed.

  2. Sometimes I actually CAN go straight to bed these days. I think it’s because I’m old. Sigh. But this opera is such a toughie that it just takes a lot out of me but also wires me up.

    Twired … I like that! :-)

    (And I can’t believe it … I slept in until after 9:00. I never do that kind of thing. Wow. I feel so slothful.)