I dodged a bullet this evening – tiredness allowed me an excuse to go home early from a party where they were playing, on repeat, Frank Sinatra singing Christmas songs. Frank Sinatra singing Christmas songs – or even Frank Sinatra singing in general – is one of those things that I simply loathe. I cannot for the life of me see the appeal of it. It somehow manages to be both boring and irritating – it’s music to pose to, not music to listen to. Can’t we have some of Bach’s Christmas oratorio instead?
Party-related grouchiness aside (why can’t more socializing be focused around things like, say, hanging out with three or four people you know and whose company you truly enjoy rather than, say, twenty people you don’t really know and have to make idle chit-chat with? I am way more fun to hang out with and I have much more energy when I don’t have to deal with large numbers of superfluous individuals whose names I have to remember) I have both a DVD of Lucia di Lammermoor to look forward to and Les Troyens at the Met on the 26th. I’m excited to hear Troyens live – given the scale of the thing, it’s probably pretty exciting, and we’ve got Susan Graham as Dido!
And, you know, happy Christmas and all that! I’m going to spend the day doing nothing and hanging out with one, or at most two people. If we can find all the ingredients, there might even be Glühwein.