Saturday, February 16, 2013

Day 17: Classin' Out

I had some science to do today. I wanted to find out if February 15th was an excellent day to purchase chocolate as it is in the US. To my dismay, I found that the heart-shaped boxes costed just as much as they had the day before. However, in performing my research, I discovered that the supermarket near my school is no mere supermarket. It was like some sort of Supertarget that was three quarters groceries. So big.

Today's highlight was a trip to the opera. Class-E. A group of us went to see The Marriage of Figaro at the Palace of Arts. It was a good thing that I read the synopsis beforehand as it was an Italian opera with Hungarian subtitles. I say that I like didn't know and reading the synopsis was a fortuitous accident, but I did and that was 100% planning.
This was the view from my vantage point:

Why yes, those are costumes hanging in the air, why do you ask?

I rather enjoyed it and I didn't even fall asleep! It was nice and had some funny bits but was pretty normal until the last bit. Then it got weird. Like extras getting a little orgiastic weird. By this time, we were probably in hour three of the opera, so I had a little trouble focusing on the plot with the extra doing... whatever it was they were doing. What I'm saying is, many a feel was copped that night.

Other highlights of the play include she whom I've dubbed The Wig Fairy who went around putting wigs on people including various members of the orchestra, their instruments, and the conductor. At one point, she was poking some stringed instrumentalist in the wig with his bow. Oh Wig Fairy, you cray.

After the play, a friend and I went to get some food. It was late, so the only place we could find was a McDonald's. I had actually been meaning to see if MickeyD's is any different here (not that I have much experience from home). It was not. But the burgers were tiny. Like, so small. I did not pay very much money for that burger, but still. 

Sad that my burger is half the size of a normal person burger

Also, my feet have blisters now because my nice-looking shoes hurt me and I just never learn. I lead a hard life.

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