Caution - Rachel Attends Opera

I am going to preface this with: I am immature. I should act my age.

But, damn it. It's fun being immature.

I decided to insert a little culture into my life last night. So, Steph and I trucked downtown to attend the opera. So far so good.

But we got sidetracked. We went down - down to Chinatown - and had some serious Chinese cuisine. Unfortunately, they were short staffed (ha ha - no pun intended) so we had to wait for a while, which made us late to the start of the show, so we had to wait until intermission to take our seats. Luckily, so we weren't too lost, they were showing the opera on the big screen tv that was conveniently placed immediately next to a bar. Somehow we got stuck there and by the time intermission came around, we were a tad tipsy and ready to blow that popstand. Everyone was so stuffy and when Steph bent over and I whacked her on her ass for entertainment purposes only, no one found it funny except us. So we showed ourselves out.

As we were walking to the car, I found an unexpected present for me sitting in a corner next to the car - a whole roll of "CAUTION" tape. And it was all mine. I thought wrapping myself up in it and then wrapping Steph in it and then connecting the two of us with more tape was an excellent way to make an entrance at Sonny McLeans (a total and complete Red Sox bar, mind you). As luck would have it - it was KARAOKE night! NICE. I immediately launched into "I Touch Myself" by the Divynls because that's "our" song (the BBs). Steph refused to back me up at first, but, I eventually persuaded her to shake her groove thing for the audience. At the end of my number, I decided it was a GREAT idea to scream into the microphone "LET'S GO YANKEES". Again, I thought it was hysterical. But from the "boos" that went off in the crowd, I found myself, AGAIN, being one of two people who thought it was funny. To protect me from bodily harm (Red Sox fans are nuts), Steph stole the microphone and pulled me away from the stage.

The night finally drew to a close. I am proud to say that I made it home with all my possessions (except I think I left my tights in Steph's car because I decided that I was not wearing tights to a bar - good call), money still in my pocket, and only one unidentified bruise in the middle of my forearm (I don't know).

How did a night of culture turn into such a night of debauchery? The story of my life.