It’s been a year since my last visit to the opera. I’m sure a year has changed my perspective on a lot of things, but since my first operatic experience was something of a “eh, so-so” event, I wasn’t expecting to have a particularly strong response to The Marriage of Figaro.

Thankfully, I was wrong. The music itself was beautiful (though I still cringe at the idea of opera singing, for some reason); I guess I can thank Mozart for that. I’m certain the cast was ideal, though I don’t claim to be anywhere near an expert on the subject. There was a tie between the hilarity of the action and the ideal cast for ‘the-best-thing-about-it,’ because I doubt a less skilled group of performers could have convincingly expressed the action in a way that could be easily grasped (yes, the subtitles were a great help, but the whole thing was in Italian and I swear I could have looked at the action on the stage and kept up with things fairly well if the subtitles crapped out – which they did at one point). There were some ridiculous characters in the opera, not to mention some exceptionally backwards ideas about marriage and fidelity, but those things didn’t seem to bother me at the time, which is all one can ask for.

And just as the audience was giving the entire cast its standing ovation at the end, when I thought things couldn’t possibly get anymore gratifying – they did. The lead (I guess…Fab Friend, is Figaro considered the lead?) proceeded to propose to his girlfriend (also a member of the cast) on stage! It really was adorably romantic. It seems the two had met while performing The Marriage of Figaro some years ago (what a lovely coincidence) and the woman said “yes!” before he even got the question out. That was the first time I’ve witnessed a public proposal of marriage and it sent chills down my spine. Eeep! So cute.

If I had to analyze what made this experience so much better than my last, I’d put it down to two things: 1) The action itself was memorably comedic. I can’t remember what happened in La Traviata and honestly, I can’t be bothered to look. But I don’t think I’ll forget what happened in The Marriage of Figaro because it was patently absurd and made me laugh out loud multiple times. 2) I attended this performance with Hubby, who has a genuine appreciation for music and radiated enjoyment throughout. Last time I attended with three girls similarly unrefined as myself (sorry Funky and Dear Friends… but I doubt you’d deny it!), and I think we all were sort of confused most of the time. I don’t think it would have spoiled this performance for me, but having someone there who was truly looking forward to the arias and overtures certainly didn’t hurt anything.

I am so glad I gave the opera another chance. I’d like to thank Fabulous Friend for the tickets and Hubby for joining me and adding to my enjoyment! Brava!