Posted by Dianne Nicolini on June 30, 2009
Last Sunday I attended a superb performance of Verdi’s most loveable opera, La Traviata, starring one of the opera world’s reigning divas (I mean that in a good way) Anna Netrebko. Now, getting to the opera house in the midst of the Pride Celebrations was pretty dicey. I took BART from Oakland and landed at the Civic Center station, blithely embedding myself into the heart of the festivities. I made me way through a sea of happy humanity toward what I hoped was not a dead end at Van Ness. The costumes were fun if minimal, the liquid refreshment was flowing freely and the dance music was pounding. I was close to getting what we used to call in High School a “contact high” when I finally bumped up against a stage. There was no way for me to cross over to the opera house without joining in, so I danced my way through revelers in front of gigantic speakers until I reached the sidewalk. I made it to the Grove Street entrance of the opera house just in time to get my tickets from Bill (long-time usher and pal) and find my seat before the lights went down. The haunting strains of the Act One Prelude slowly transported me to a different world. A world, interestingly enough, that is all about partying like there’s no tomorrow. Despite their gorgeous 1920’s garb, I think the characters that inhabit Traviata would have enjoyed moving the party across the street to Pride Central.



party. One of the best bashes of the year with food and drink from the, well, best restaurants and wineries and more in the Bay Area. It’s a fundraiser for the UCSF Family House and it’s at the Metreon this year. Party on!




