I’m sure it was a compliment, but…
Last night, I had drinks with a friend who works at the symphony. We decided to go to a bar that is across the street from Benaroya, so I parked in the symphony hall’s garage. When we were finished, it was after 7:00 and I had to enter the garage through the artist’s entrance because the main hall atrium is closed along with the bus tunnel. As I got into the elevator to get to the bowels of the garage, a man hollared for me to hold it. He was probably 50, portly, wearing a bad suit and glasses, but looked harmless. You have the image in your head, right?
When he got in the elevator, he looked me up and down and asked if I was there to try out. I thought, “Try out for what?” but not really wanting to engage in a big conversation with him, I said, “Um, no. I was just having a drink with a friend.” As his gaze fixed on my breasts (to be fair, I was wearing my low cut, ruffled, black shirt and white skirt), he asked if I was a “performer.” Again, I said no. He then explained that a few nights ago, Benaroya was host to an “operatic competition” and he thought maybe I was taking part in that.
So, apparently even middle-aged fat guys think I’m chubby. Before you call me crazy, think about it: how many skinny opera singers can you think of?
September 27th, 2005 at 12:05 pm
The renowned opera singer Deborah Voigt was dropped by the Royal Opera at Covent Garden from a new production of Strauss’s Ariadne auf Naxos because she was felt to be too heavy for the slinky black dress she had to wear. Anthony Tommasini, the New York Times opera critic, calls Voigt the greatest living interpreter of this role.
So when the fat lady sings, more and more these days she’s skinny. That’s what that guy meant. So there! Or maybe he was just interested in oogling your breast.
September 27th, 2005 at 12:53 pm
Sound like he just liked your breasts. Having an ample breasts, does not make one chubby.
OKay! That’s a lie! I confess! Sometimes I do get a chubby in the presence of ample breasts.