Last weekend's adventure was an afternoon in Golden Gate Park. The San Francisco Opera performed selections from The Magic Flute, Macbeth, and Appomattox, whom some claim, because it is in English, is NOT an opera. My companion and I dined on cheese, crackers, prosciutto, nectarines and plums, chocolate-covered macaroons, and a lovely bottle of syrah (from who knows what winery). Our neighbors included several college students who were quite friendly and delightful, despite the fact that in the time it took us to consume one bottle of wine, they downed eight. But they shared - and I must say, their syrah was better than ours. They were a cheeky lot - calling me blondie (yes my blogging friends, I am a blonde, a dark blonde, but blonde nonetheless) and encouraging my companion to have me "drink up" as I was babysitting my glass of wine far too long for their (and perhaps his) liking.
No pictures of me, my companion, or the college students, but here's the day in the park in brief (thought Blogger will not let me place the captions in the proper place - I hate their new formatting set up - it sucks!)
An opera lover with the perfect seat:
A duet from afar