I was excited to see Madame Butterfly, which I've never seen before. I was excited to be out on a date night, of course. I was excited to leave the South Bay too.
But most of all, once we arrived at the Dorothy Chandler Pavilion I was excited about the decor, and the extent to which I chimed perfectly with it. The lobby is a vision in caramel coloured marble, with gold tiled columns and brass handrails and just lots of warm, honey and cream golden tones. Inside the theatre there's a tonne of gold, and raspberry velvet seats. The hexagonal tiles on the floor of the ladies room were ivory and blush pink. And me? I had taken a punt on LA opera goers, like those in London and New York, dressing up for the occasion, so I'd made an effort. My look comprised several tones of gold, a couple of shades of pink, and an ivory jacket. Me and that Dorothy Chandler Pavilion were just meant to be together.
Don't you just love it when that happens?
Here I am admiring the way my shoes look on the floor in the Ladies, and leaning delightedly against a column which matched my dress.
And then I saw her. She took my nod to Dorothy Chandler decor and turned it into a full body salute. Her hair was pale pink, like candy floss. Everything she wore sparkled like those gold tiles and the chandeliers. Her top was covered in gold sequins and her trousers were gold lame. Here are a couple of blurry shots in case you don't believe such a creature could exist.
I should probably set less store by appearances. But this is LA for goodness sake.
After the performance we walked around the rest of the music center, and committed to making that trip more often. There are so many great musical events to enjoy - the LA Phil, the LA Chorale, anything at the Disney hall. But my confidence is shattered. I just don't know if I've got the wardrobe for them anymore.
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