Aida!

I went to the opera last night with my school and API to see Aida. Three hours of beautiful costuming, dancing, and people singing in old Italian I couldn't understand if I was twice as good at Italian as I am now. It was beautiful, but it lacked the good stabbing now and again that I had grown accustomed to in American dramatic musical theater.

People did die, though, in the end. It was your quintessential star-crossed lovers tale, set in Egypt during a Roman war campaign against Ethiopia.

I was a little annoyed at all of my fellow students shifting constantly, falling asleep, or giggling at stupid things constantly, but it didn't take away from how amazing it was when a shooting star fell right behind the outdoor stage, which was built into some of the ruins of Rome.

I made the mistake of letting slip to the API coordinator Audra that I was going to Love Parade, forgetting that she was 23 and probably knew what it was, since she does live in Europe. Sure enough, she got the mom voice with me and even went so far as to say, "You DO know what goes on at these things, right? And you're going by yourself? I don't know if that's such a good idea."

I pulled rank on her, though, and reminded her that I'd been a DJ for ten years, then started dropping names of DJ's and such so that she wouldn't worry that I was just going to rave and kill braincells on things that will make me appreciate the texture of a pillow with an intensity no man should ever focus upon an article of bedding.

Now I'm off to do self-imposed homework. That's right, I asked my teacher to give me extra homework. Don't say it, I know. I know.

Fucking dork.

-Sean