Wednesday, February 6, 2008

Placido Domingo and Russian Lesbians


La Scala, yesterday - I hadn’t realised that it was Placido Domingo singing Cyrano, and AnnaMaria Popescu, whom I have had the pleasure of hearing in London, singing Roxane. It was simply outstanding!

La Scala, although very impressive, did suffer a bit from bad acoustics inside the boxes. Unlike Marinskij, where fabrics and dividing walls are used sparingly, La Scala’s boxes are quite sealed off. However, I was lucky enough to end up in a box with Russians only. Lucky because I got to practice my Russian. Lucky also because two of the women, both married with children, were there on a “girls’ weekend away” but with an unusual interpretation - they spent the whole time in the back of the box snogging like it was going out of fashion. Why was this lucky for me? I took one of their seats of course, so my Euro 80 ticket got me into a Euro 250 seat!

I did get a chance to talk to them during the Pause (about shoes actually). They were very nice, and as it turned out that one of them lives in Geneva (my next stop), I was asked to give her a call during the week. Funnily enough she put her age down on the note, it looks a bit like a personal ad, doesn’t it?? Unfortunately my busy schedule doesn’t allow for a rendezvous with a Russian closet-lesbian…but if anyone else would like to meet with Lilia, let me know and I shall pass the number.

Monday, February 4, 2008

Busy Bee

Sorry for the lack of updates over the weekend. My co-worker resigned on Friday and I was all of a sudden stuck with lots of tedious database work.
I'm off to Geneva this afternoon...

Saturday, February 2, 2008

Oolala Scala

I've had a most wonderful evening and I'm so ready for bed - tomorrow I'll tell you all about Placido Domingo and the Russian lesbians.
Until then, enjoy a video clip from inside La Scala. I don't know how to rotate videos so you'll have to tilt your head or your monitor, whichever is easiest.

All set

Ready to go! I was going to take a photo of what I ended up wearing, but I felt very silly standing in my room trying to get a full-body shot...the neighbours probably think there's a questionable photo shoot going on in my room for all the flashing (from the camera guys...I know what you're thinking!). A bit of a mish-mash but at least my handbag is Prada (make that Prada di Mong Kok, but you can't tell!) and I'm wearing a new scent that I got as a trial from the shop next door. Eau de Brothel I thought to myself considering the street clientel...and what do you know...

Friday, February 1, 2008

Getting away with murder

Wardrobe problematics..
In Russia we would dress up to the nines for the opera (well, only to end up next to a Japanese teenager in an adidas track suit). I'm guessing the Milanese are no different, only the problem is that I didn't exactly pack for the opera! It will have to be business attire (shock, horror)...I do have a dress. At least I'm blonde and can get away with almost anything!

Hotel bar or La Scala??


My first Friday night away is rapidly approaching. I have the appealing option of going down to the rather busy hotel bar and talking to telecoms executives (and we all know what they are like, don't we?!) or I can make use of my newly purchased ticket to LA SCALA!! It's Cyrano de Bergerac and I'm very, very excited!

...and I will get to wear my pretty shoes instead of boots...it's like Christmas!

Hubris strikes me down!

My comprehension of the Italian language has jumped exponentially since arriving on Sunday - to the point where in a state of complete hubris I thought I would start speaking it. Armed with a parleur I marched into the only local restaurant without strippers, to ask if they did take-away food.

Me: Buena Serra, blablablablablablblabla?
Waitress: (in perfect English) No, our food doesn't walk but I can give you a box to take it in.

This could have been a very funny line if she hadn't said it with such an attitude, so I thought about it for a minute and went:

Me: Oh, well in that case I'll try somewhere else.

The look on her face was priceless! I went next door to the kebab-place instead. Their food walked just fine!