Cross-Dressing Weekend!

Aw come on folks, it was Pride weekend in SF. No, we did not cross-dress for our birthday party (although now that I think about it, that could have been fun...). We had a pile o' people and a jolly good time and a very cute cake on Saturday.

Sunday I went into the city to have brunch with the Dads and watch a matinee of San Francisco Opera's production of Der Rosenkavalier. It was fantastic. Three sopranos singing some beautifully lyric music by Strauss. Just lovely. One of the leads is a classic "trouser role" where a woman dresses and plays the part of a man - in this case, Octavian, the young lover. Even more amusing, Octavian cross-dresses as a serving-maid to dupe the annoying clod Baron von Ochs.

All of this as punctuation to Pride weekend. It was amusing to visit the opera mezzanine (where many folks go during intermissions for a smoke or breath of fresh air) and see all the attendees using their opera glasses to gawk at the heaving throngs of Pride dancers - still going strong into the afternoon, the heavy OON-cha OON-cha OON-cha bass beats only barely masked by the opera house's stone walls.

I was a bit depressed by the opera, as it's all about how the "older" woman realizes she must make way for young love. Not a great weekend for me to be hearing about how the 30-something-year-old woman was feeling "old". Not even if it WAS beautifully sung.

This Thursday: Don Giovanni, Dad's favorite. I've never seen it before.