Tosca the Thief

My drunk ass raced back "home" to Fulham to find a cooked meal prepared for me by the British Boy.

Awwwww.

See, who says I need to cook and clean? The boys always do it for me!

Chris and I then raced over to Covent Garden for Puccini's Tosca and arrived with less than five minutes to spare.

But when we got to our seats someone else was in them.

Hmmm.

The show was about to start so we were upgraded to these fabulous seats:



(Aren't the curtains gorgeous?)


After finishing our champagne during the first intermission, we went back to the front desk to "sort out" the ticket situation.

"Where'd you get your tickets mate?" asked the Opera dude.

"Ugh, my mate got them for my birthday," Chris lied.

"What's your friend's name?" inquired the Opera dude.

"Don't know..." Chris said truthfully.

"Well we need to have your friends name because the tickets are STOLEN" says the Opera dude.

Shit.

I immediately start cracking up. The two of us are notorious for having unromantic nights in the most terribly romantic places in the world. Chris is trying to keep his cool as I am nearly on the ground laughing, well, at him.

"See, mate, I actually got them from eBay. The guy said he was a season ticket holder," Chris said truthfully.

This is the part where, in New York, the Opera dude would say: "You have two choices, the easy way or the hard way. The easy way is you leave the building now, the hard way is we get the police to escort you out." Of course I'm guessing that's how New Yorkers deal with things- it's not like I've ever heard those choices before or anything...

But no, we are in sophisticated London and no police escorts would be necessary:

"Mate, you know you sound a bit dodgy," the Opera dude said. And I quote that correctly, word for word.

My jaw was officially on the floor. Who says "dodgy" at the opera?

Chris nods his head.

"... But I 85% believe you- Go back in," the Opera dude says.

I love it!

And that was that.

We went back into the beautiful theater-



- and enjoyed the rest of the opera. The performers in Tosca were absolutely incredible, with Mario being the favorite of both of us. We then topped off the high brow night with pub and club hopping. Not a bad evening, eh mate?