- Lovely set. Similar to last year's production of Madame Butterfly in the use of a central pivoting stage, but beautiful. The chandeliers as set dressing on the ground at the right moments were haunting, as were the dusty mirrored walls.
- Lorina Gore as Violetta was beautiful, suitably fluttery at the right moments and had a magic voice.
- Alfredo's a bit of a numpty. You know, aside from all the other plot holes, I found old Alfredo vaguely stalkerish (you've been in love with her for a year from afar but just met her three minutes ago?!), nauseatingly in love (noble! mysterious! love), easily taken in (YOUR DAD WAS MEANT TO BE VISITING IN YOUR ABSENCE, 'FREDO. WHY DO YOU THINK SHE'S CRYING AND LEAVING?) and ultimately, not very good at being angry. He didn't make my heart swell.
- I need more sparkly dresses in my wardrobe for these occasions. About 40% of the audience were dressed to the nines and I loved it, wished I made more of an effort.
- The chorus songs were so great!
- I'm pretty sure I saw a girl I went to primary school with in the audience, but I was too chicken to approach her.
- Wish I could have seen into the pit - I really wanted to watch the orchestra, as they sounded wonderful.
- We ate a really great meal at Depot first (again. Love that place).
Also, I want to say I feel good about writing the #yesallwomen post, now. I hope you didn't feel obliged to read it (don't feel obliged, if you're just reading my blog for the first time. It's about 2 posts ago). I found it cathartic. I suspect that part of the purge is the feeling that I'm contributing to something broader, an education, a movement. If I can do one thing for someone else now (be it tell a man that consent is a yes, freely and knowingly given, or tell a woman that she's not alone), I won't beat myself up about the decision I made at the time not to speak of it.
I've also done one thing for me. I've acknowledged what happened. That alone might be selfish, but god has it made me feel free.