Celebrated my birthday today. I received greetings from quite a few friends, including chiralove and Marc Gunn of The Brobdingnagian Bards (marcgunn), who left me a musical birthday greeting as part of his happy-birthday-comment on my MySpace page. (He's also promised to send me a free preview copy of his new CD, Irish Drinking Songs: The Cat Lover's Companion in the next few days.)
I also received some birthday fics. svartalfur wrote Grey for me, featuring vampire!Filch, and rakina wrote Creeper, a gen story that has tantalizing hints of both Snarry and Snupin and a bit of spider!Snape too.
~~ is squeeful at the prezzies ~~
I spent my evening at the opera with Edward. After dining at the restaurant I've been haunting whenever I go to the opera, where we had duck as well as a beef-and-prawn dish and both ginger and green tea ice creams, we trundled over to the New York State Theater to see NYCO's production of "La traviata".
The production was a traditional staging, with gorgeous costumes and lavishly decorated sets, unlike some of the more minimalist productions I've seen there recently. Soprano Anne Sophie Duprels was a delight in her City Opera debut in the role of Violetta while tenor Bruce Sledge acquitted himself well as Alfredo. I enjoyed Michael Corvino's Giorgio Germont quite a bit also and it was nice to see Eric Jordan on stage again as Doctor Grenvil, having seen him twice before this season in "La bohème" and "Madame Butterfly". I was quite happy to see Esperanza Galan and Gregorio de Silva again as well, as I'd enjoyed their dancing so very, very much in "Carmen" and they were both as much of a pleasure to watch in this production as they had been back in the fall.
On my way home after this trilling evening, I bumped into an old friend. We had a nice chat and re-connected. New York is odd in a way -- it's a large city, but it's easier than one might think to run into people one knows. You go into a bookstore or a coffeeshop and see someone you haven't seen in a while and renew a friendship that might have faded a bit in the rush of day-to-day events. It's almost like a small town that way, even though it's one of the largest cities in the world. Hard to believe, perhaps, yet nonetheless true. It's one of the nicest things about being a New Yorker, never knowing when one might turn a corner and run into an old friend, and it was a lovely way to end the day.