silly little love: Take Me to the Opera

to see Roméo et Juliette.

((picture from 5 little things, week 1))

Nearly 2 years ago we went to our first Knoxville Opera performance. Our freshman year of college, Toby surprised me on Valentine's Day by telling me to get dressed up and to keep my eyes closed during the drive. When we arrived at the Tennessee Theatre, he handed me two tickets to see a love story performed in Italian ((I've forgotten the name of it!)). Of course, I was more than surprised! And if you know Toby, this was a huge sacrifice for him. Making such an effort to take me to something he wasn't jumping for joy to see and pretending to enjoy the performance meant the world to me.

((Flashback!))

I can't believe that nearly 2 years have already come and gone since that night. This weekend, Toby took me to the Knoxville Opera for the second time to see Roméo et Juliette. Verona... two households... star-crossed lovers... ((you know the rest.))

The performance was great, and we even sat in the same area as last time. It almost felt as if we had boarded a time machine and had been transported back to Valentine's Day 2010. The only difference was that Toby didn't listen to a basketball game on his iPhone and the two stars were significantly less wide and hairy.

The end of the first act ended with Romeo and Juliet getting married. We looked at each other, decided that was a very happy ending, and left during intermission ((hey don't judge)). Who really wants to see Juliet take 20 minutes to kill herself while belting out superhuman notes anyway?

As far as we know, Romeo and Juliet lived happily ever after.