Box at the opera
A friend of mine worked for the Met in NYC and scored some incredibly swanky seats-the $250.00 kind*. We saw Rigoletto and Gilda was this huge Bulgarian soprano that stomped out on to the stage and literally stiff-armed the little tenor out of her space. He staggered to the side and my husband who is not familiar with opera said, "Is that in the script?" It's not.
We were not very swanky or conspicuously consumptive (cough cough)but the people around us were: There were wrinkly old women there dripping with furs and jewels, geezers with little binocs on sticks, other old men in tuxes-we were the youngest there by at least 30 years.
The topper was the guy in front of us. He had on, I kid you not, a tux, a top hat, white gloves, an opera cape lined in RED satin and spats. Plus a walking stick. I looked for a monocle, but didn't see one.

He jumped up and was yelling "Brava! BRAVA!" when she finished clapping like a seal. All in all, it was a surreal evening.

*This was the late '70's-$250 was a lot.
(TDub Nunc id vides, nunc ne vides on, Sun 31 Jul 2011, 1:24, 2 replies)

I do like the sound of the cape
I did have to look up what Spats were; very stylish
( LemonEntryMyDearWatson This time, Moriarty, the hand is on the other foot, Sun 31 Jul 2011, 1:58, closed)

I couldn't tell
if he was taking the piss, demented or serious.
(TDub Nunc id vides, nunc ne vides on, Sun 31 Jul 2011, 2:11, closed)