Wednesday, April 30, 2008

7 days home (in transit)

Today I'm on my way to the big I've got an opera ticket with my name on it, baby. A Russian opera, to be precise, although I'm wondering how exactly one sings in Russian. Something tells me its not going be as pretty as, lets say, an opera done in Italian.

I'm going to see Eugene Onegin, written by Pyotr Tchaikovsky. Being performed in this building, which was just built two years ago (see below). It shure iz purty, ain't it?

I'm staying over at L'Hotel Très Posh De Mes Oncles; it's a family run business, you know. The next day I'll be continuing on my 5-hour journey to Ottawa, where I'll be picked up at the Greyhound by my sweetheart.

I'm still debating on how to greet him - quietly, maturely, with a demure smooch? or should I run into his arms, luggage and all, wrap my arms tight around his neck and proceed to kiss him with total abandon?

Because, guys, I shure haz missed him somethin' awful.

Darn tootin'.


Heather said...

I'm totally into the fling yourself into their arms approach because it leaves nothing of how much you missed them, to the imagination.

Kelly said...

Yup, go for the RomCom over the top grand gesture styles :-)