Last night my sister and I went to the Pittsburgh Opera Company's production of Turnadot. It was awesome. The costumes and sets were beautiful, the music was awesome, the Benedum center was sold out. Opera is very not dead.
Discussion during the intermission after the first act:
Me - "The thing I love about Opera is how fast everything moves. There's going to be an execution! Father I've found you after so many years! I love her!"
Sister - "Seriously. She smells good! I'm going to marry her!"
(reading program) "and in act 3! She kills herself to save his life, and he's all, oh thanks, I'm gonna go make out with this other chick now."