31 MAR 2006. FRIDAY. 09:31PM.

Had my first opera experience last night. It was a sold out performance of Madame Butterfly (for some strange reason i ALWAYS thought she was supposed to be a man in drag?? Where did i get that idea from?), we had the cheapest seats in the theatre, and i didn't doze off once. Though there were times when i thought, finish the damn song already ... how much wailing does it take before you get down and slice your own throat WOMAN?! I walked out of the theatre 3 hours later thinking i would have met my cultural quota for the year, anything after this will be a bonus. My friday night belated birthday sushi plans have been foiled with a sudden attack of a case of migraine from (what i think is) eating too much cake. Could that happen? With 2 birthday people working at the office this week, today happened to be "cake day" - first cake was light and fluffy, topped with a generous amount of whipped cream and chocolate flakes consumed first thing in the morning, the second cake (for me!) was a gorgeous green marzipan coated cake with strawberry jam and fresh sponge inside eaten at 3pm. After that, it was pretty much downhill. My eyes were glazed over with light spots, i could feel the throbbing starting ... it was time to make that call and bail out tonight. Dammit. How could so much yummy goodness make crawl into bed at 5:30pm and pass out for the next 3 hours?