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A Night at the Opera – Act Two

December 7, 2018
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A year ago, I did something incredibly stupid. I listened to my wife. More specifically, I agreed to join her and some friends for a night at the opera. Well, I did it again.

Right about now, you may be saying, “Hey, Tim, buddy, didn’t you learn from last year’s debacle at the opera? You even wrote about it.”  If you’re one of the five people who actually read that column called A Night at The Opera, thank you for your support. My only excuse can be summed up by Winston Churchill’s wisdom, that ‘Those who fail to learn from history are condemned to repeat it.’ Clearly, I failed.

I’m still not quite sure what offense I committed for which my penance was to yawn through another evening of arias and over-acting by prima donnas. But I survived, and I have finally learned. And I’m here to impart my new-found wisdom to those husbands who find themselves caught in a similar bind.

Fellas, lesson number one: never under any circumstances let your wife rope you into going to the opera. Tell her you have food poisoning from her tacos (inflicting guilt helps). Or tell her you’ve been drafted to our southern border to defend our country against 11-year-old Guatemalan kids armed with Hello Kitty backpacks. Whatever it takes to get out of going.

We attended one of the most famous operas ever written: La bohème, by Puccini. Now, in my defense, I was only half-listening when my wife suggested the event. I heard something about Bohemian and mistook it for the recent movie, Bohemian Rhapsody, about Freddie Mercury of the rock group Queen. Turns out the only thing this opera had in common with Freddie was that the lead tenor had long hair and liked to strut around the stage a lot.

Like last time, I had no idea what the performers were singing because everything was in Italian. Fortunately, they displayed a translation on a screen above the stage, which would have come in handy – if only I knew Spanish.

My wife told me that the ordeal … er… opera might be more enjoyable if I read a synopsis beforehand. So, let me save you some time with this quick recap:

ACT I: Four poor artsy kinds of dudes are living together in a Paris apartment. It’s winter and very cold out. Three of them go out to get wasted. Rodolpho stays behind. A girl (Mimi) knocks on the door because her candle went out. He opens the door. They fall in love. Ah, yes, the old “my candle blew out and I can’t light it myself” ploy. A classic chick move. That’s exactly how my wife ensnared me.

ACT II: It’s Christmas Eve. Rody buys Mimi a bonnet. She acts like he just bought her the Taj Mahal. Take a chill pill, lady. It’s just a hat. He probably picked it up at Wal-Mart in the clearance bin. Meanwhile, some rich woman in a red dress makes a scene about her meal and trashes a plate while singing about love. Stay away from her. Pretty sure she’s psycho.

ACT III: Fast forward a couple months. For reasons never explained, apparently Rody now hates Mimi. Wha? Then Mimi pleads with Rody’s friend “Why does he hate me?” – only it takes her five minutes and 37 seconds singing at the top of her lungs to make this point. Then we learn Mimi is dying. Then Rody decides he loves her again and they reunite. Make up your mind, dude, for goodness sake. I think he may have commitment issues – it’s easier to pledge his undying love to someone who’s a goner anyway.

ACT IV: Fast forward to early summer. Two of the drunk guys from Act I are engaging in a mock sword fight using a loaf of bread and a herring. I have no idea why. In opera, a woman will devote six minutes singing about the virtues of a cloud, so you’re asking the wrong guy if you think I can make sense of this plot.

Mimi starts feeling better. Uh oh. Now she’s dying again. The whacko lady in the red dress from Act II is back. She buys Mimi a furry muff, like that will help her feel better. Good luck with that. Maybe she’s hoping Mimi will bury , er, muffle her annoying sobs in the fur. Despite the lovely gesture, Mimi dies anyway. Rody sings about how sad he is to be stuck in an opera that makes absolutely no sense (according to the Spanish translation). – THE END

So, guys, if you enjoy sitting through 3 hours and 25 minutes of a show about bonnets, broken plates and furry muffs in which everybody dies or cries, then you’ll love opera. If you find yourself forced to endure a vibrato-ridden sing-off between a pompous tenor and a pretentious soprano, here are a few tips on proper opera etiquette:

These events are long. I’ve seen salmon head out to sea and return to spawn in less time. So, be sure to use the restroom ahead of time – or at least bring a bottle under your coat you can discreetly pee into if you just can’t hold it in till halftime.

When watching the game on your phone during the performance, keep the volume down and avoid shouting “TOUCHDOWN!!!” Simply turn to the stranger sitting next to who has been peering excitedly at your phone and offer up a high five.

It is considered discourteous to start a WAVE while the performers are singing – unless you’re seated in the balcony, of course. Then by all means, go for it. They won’t notice you up there.

It’s frowned upon to engage in a betting pool as to when in Act IV the Prima Donna will bite the dust. A more appropriate pool might be which act will your wife catch you snoring.

Do not throw stuff at the stage. This isn’t Rocky Horror Picture Show. Show some respect. But if you absolutely must toss something at the stage, I suggest a bonnet or a furry muff. Apparently, Mezzo-Sopranos really swoon over these things.

If you must go to the opera, keep an open mind. You might actually surprise yourself and thoroughly enjoy it. Just kidding. Seriously, bring earbuds and load the NFL Network app on your phone. You’ll thank me later.

NOTE: If you’re a sucker for punishment, read about my first opera experience, A Night at the Opera.

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Check out Tim Jones’ latest humor book: YOU’RE GROUNDED FOR LIFE: Misguided Parenting Strategies That Sounded Good at the Time

Tim Jones

Tim Jones is a humor writer based in Seattle and the one person to blame for the humor blog View from the Bleachers. Tim ponders important issues like “are all teenage daughters evil?” and “why does Montana hate me?” and “can your dishwasher destroy your marriage?” Tim’s not afraid to tackle controversial issues. He was the first techno-religion expert to conduct a side-by-side comparison of the iPad and Jesus Christ. From Politics to Parenting to Pop culture, if the subject begins with the letter P, Tim has something profoundly uninformed to say about it.

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2 Responses to A Night at the Opera – Act Two

  1. December 9, 2018 at 2:27 am

    It ain’t over till the fat umpire blows his whistle.

  2. Roger L. Freed
    December 8, 2018 at 11:07 pm

    NO, NO,NO!!! You’ve got to go see GUY operas! Not these flaky whiny things.
    I saw the Flying Dutchman in Munich. The curtain opens and you see the rocky coast of Norway facsimiled on the stage and in the distance a huge wooden ship that comes up and crashes into the rocks. They make this look REAL!!!!
    There is a ghostly captain and crew that get off the ship sing and dance and party with the town folks and a local girl falls in love with the captain, but that won’t work out because he and his crew are damned to wander the seas forever. Now doesn’t that sound more like a GUY thing to see?
    Or, if you like things a little more cartoonish go see the Magic Flute. There are dragons and witches and a handsome prince and beautiful Princess and this really cool Queen of the Night who sings an aria that will pierce both your eardrums. If that doesn’t do it for you then there is a giant bird that runs around with the prince and sings once in a while. That will satisfy the little boy in you.
    If these suggestions doesn’t help you, then get a divorce.



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