Bizet Smeezay

So I went to the opera the other night (disclaimer: wasn't my idea). I wouldn't say I was dragged, but on the other hand I wasn't highly enthusiastic. I called ahead about dress code and was told that they aspire to business casual, so of course I dressed business casual. Did I see people in jeans there, you bet, but mostly people were dressed fairly formal, which made people in jeans stand out in the bad way. On the other hand, I did see people in tuxes and ball gowns. I guess if I could afford orchestra tickets to the Met, I would wear my (hypothetical) tux.

Anyway, it seems that going to the opera is some form of extended foreplay. First, everybody gets dressed up, then heads to dinner. A quick cab ride and you're at the opera where you mingle between acts, looking great, drinking wine and feeling, well feeling something. Then, after, you go out for a few drinks. Its tailor made for getting laid! Evidence: plenty of chicks were plastered to their dates.

A word of caution though: I wouldn't go on a third date unless you are mr (or ms) smooth and can pull of that no expectations but act like their might be thing. Otherwise, its strictly for the its 8 months in and I might want to get serious types.

Oh, Link update: I've added slack lalane. Need to waste time, there it is!