The dress.

The tickets.

Once a year we try to do something really special in the city. The first year we saw Wicked on Broadway, last year we went to the Christmas Extravaganza at Radio City Music Hall. Last night we had tickets to Don Giovanni at the New York City Metropolitan Opera House, better known as The Met. It was our first opera, and we loved it. We’ve seen operas on television of course and enjoyed listening to opera on CDs, but had never seen a live opera. Sung in Italian, we had read the synopsis of the story before we went so we would be prepared. [Don Giovanni is of course an operatic retelling of the story of Don Juan.]

Getting there last night was a breeze which isn’t always the case when driving into the city. Traffic was very light and we made the drive in just over one hour. Incredible to believe we really live that close to such a vibrant city! I had reserved parking at Lincoln Center and believe me, this is the the way to go! We had our own special parking lot for reservations and merely had to walk a short distance from the car to the entrance of the Lincoln Center complex. We enjoyed a glass of champagne before the performance and then found our seats.
 

The Met is beautiful inside.

We had really good seats in the front row of the first tier. The dazzling snowflake-like chandeliers at our eye level quietly slid upwards to the ceiling as the performance began.

We were surprised and very pleased to find that right in front of us, buried in the balustrade, was our very own translator. At the push of a button we had the English translation of the performance as it played out in the form of an electronic display. Just like watching a foreign film with subtitles! They were very discreet and you could only see your own screen that was right in front of you and not that of your seat mate on either side so you had no idea if they were following along or not. It did help to know exactly what was being said but we found ourselves getting caught up in the drama and the music and sometimes forgetting to look at the translation.

I got goosebumps at one point when Don Giovanni and Zerlina sang a duet [“Là ci darem la mano”] and I recognized it from Babette’s Feast as being the one that Martina sang with the visiting star from the Paris opera. [If you have never seen this movie you should. But please don’t get the dubbed English version. Instead, go with the original subtitles, you won’t be sorry!]

The opera was a bit light-hearted and comic at times, and wonderfully done. Bravo!

There is a restaurant right inside the Met and next time we go it would be fun to have a meal there beforehand. With having a new puppy in the house we didn’t feel that this was the right time to spend the extra time away from home. [Bella did just fine with her babysitter by the way.]

People were dressed from jeans to long gowns and tuxes. Rick and I were dressed somewhere in the middle. I can’t really see why people would attend an opera in jeans though, can you? Plenty of fur coats were being worn and as cold as it was last night I was almost, almost wishing I didn’t have an aversion to wearing a dead animal on my back. Those women looked really warm. My wool coat wasn’t quite cutting it!

When the opera ended at 11:45 we headed home. Finally at 1:30 a.m. (we hit a bit of a traffic snarl on the Henry Hudson) we tumbled into bed, happy with our night’s special entertainment.