Blogue d'un québécois expatrié en Angleterre. Comme toute forme d'autobiographie est constituée d'une large part de fiction, j'ai décidé de nommer le blogue Vraie Fiction.
Sunday, 14 September 2014
The dress code for the evening
I mentioned recently on this blog that I am going to see Don Giovanni on the stage. It is tonight. I am looking forward to it, except one small detail: the dress code. Because there is a dress code. I love to wear whatever I want to wear for the weekend, or indeed any day. And for men, it is written that they ask for jackets and ties, stressing "please no jeans!" I could understand the no jeans, even though I already paid good money to see the performance, but jacket and tie? I wear them at weddings, funerals and job interviews. For Mozart, I thought the music would be elegant enough. I guess I am not used to posh evenings, but for me opera is not about the dress code, it is about the story and the music. And that kind of irks me a bit.
Whenever I go to the opera, there's everything in the crowd from the most elegant black tie and ball gowns right down to biker chic. I always wear jeans, although with a nicer top than just a crazy t-shirt. Hey, puttin' on the dog! Nobody gets bent out of shape here or tries to impose a "dress code" on the audience. The opera company is just so grateful to have sold the tickets! Those expensive, expensive tickets.
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