A really fabulous afternoon at Covent Garden. Couldn't fault it. Well, I could nitpick, but that would be nitpicking.
Really amazingly fabulous music. Excellent cast. Very very good production.
And should I mention the kisses I got at the Stage Door?
Shameless, me. Shameless. And, a year ago, I would have said I don't do baritones...
Just as Jimmy and I were walking past the Stage Door, he said he would go to the pub if I wanted to hang around in the lobby to Backstage. Just as I got there, Erwin Schrott was leaving, so nervously I approached him, and explained that I knew Giorgia in Italy who had asked me to give him a hug on her behalf. He seemed excited and pleased that I was a friend of Giorgia's, mentioning he had got a text from her this morning, so I explained that she blogs, and I blog. So we had a hug and he kissed me on both cheeks. I said that Figaro is my favourite opera, so my expectations were high, and they were met, I really enjoyed it. So he hugged me again, and I got another kiss on each cheek. I don't do autograph-collecting, besides Jimmy had taken my programme off to the pub, and because I had inadequate preparation, I didn't even get a photo.
He departed, and I hung around for a while chatting with the dozen or so autograph seekers. I was wondering how much longer I should wait around, or whether I should join Jimmy in the pub, when Gerald Finley emerged (be still my beating heart...!). I waited while various people got his autograph, then I took a photo, and then I said,
"Erwin's given me a kiss for a mutual friend, so I was wondering if I could have one from you for me." There was laughter around me and someone said "I'll have to remember that tactic...". Gerald obliged. Oh my! I shall say no more on the matter on the internet, but I shan't forget that in a hurry...
I will do a more considered, and less girly-groupie, review tomorrow...
