Last Thursday, we went to a wine tasting hosted by Riedel. Their shtick is that the shape of the glass affects your enjoyment of the beverage within. I'm convinced. We tasted water, wine, and Coca-Cola in various glasses and it was possible to tell a difference in the way the glass delivered the beverage to the mouth in all three cases. It's an interesting experiment anyway if not a fun way to pick up some new glassware. We took home ten new glasses between us (included in the price of the wine tasting).
Saturday night, we went to Seattle Opera's production of The Pearl Fishers. I don't know why it's called that. No one got a pearl - or a fish, for that matter. Only one personal was even offered a pearl - not that we had any evidence that it even existed - but if she didn't keep her end of the bargain, they were going to kill her. Hm, she thought. Pearl or death? Pearl or death? Guess what. She picked death.
Welcome to Opera 101. They always pick death.
Bizet should have called it Love Triangle but that would have hardly differentiated it from any other opera. It's always a love triangle and someone always dies at the end.
Spoiler alert. (Sorry, I should have mentioned that earlier.)