Time for a State of the Flower update with… what I did this sunday!
The whole day was centered on two things; an opera and Wrestlemania. The opera was Don Giovanni, last showing of the run, and my friend Josh was in it (despite having the stomach flu and generally loathing this entire experience with the production). There was a lot of mad rushing to get to the place since it was roughly 1.5 hours of driving away… the whole trip+opera+trip back took from 1pm to 8pm, and we BARELY made it to our seats before the show began, and BARELY made it home in time for Wrestlemania.
I have to say, the music in Don Giovanni was pretty good… but speaking as a writer, the story was really awful. Just really, really awful. Plot holes abounded. Every woman in the story was capable of being seduced in 3.4 seconds — including one who had JUST MARRIED her husband and was willing to throw him away for a guy she just met five minutes ago. The protagonists were complete idiots — Giovanni pulls the old ‘easily seen through disguise’ trick like Bugs Bunny and all five protagonists fall for it, he manages to hide from a rampaging mob merely by going home for dinner, etc.
But, well, I guess the story is just a thinly vieled excuse to get such and such a number of different vocal styles on the stage and have ’em go at it, so it’s excusable…
Now, on to Wrestlemania. Other than some ear bleedingly awful third string live rock music, the show wasn’t TOO bad. Very middle of the road. No major high spots or ‘Holy Shit’ moments (other than the Hardcore running gag, which I enjoyed) just some matches, yawn, stuff happens, etc, okay. I would’ve been pretty bored if not for all my friends being there MST3K’ing the proceedings… including Josh, who despite having intense nausea and exhaustion, decided to hang with us for the entire show. (He deserved it after going through hell the last few weeks, I tell you.)
Anyway, in summary, I’m really disappointed in the story development coming from Wrestlemania. The crowd seemed to agree with me, since every single match had 68,000 people sitting on 136,000 hands… except Rock vs. Hogan, where we had 68,000 people orgasming simultaneously. Which was a little frightening to watch, quite frankly.
But don’t get me wrong, yesterday was a great day despite my complaints. Know why? Friends. Being able to party with all my friends made the whole thing mucho worthwhile, and fun. Wai! Shiny friends!
Here’s to hoping the rest of my week goes smoothly…