I am kind of down with Influenza since Saturday. I say "kind of" because I am not really sick (meaning: no high fever, just a sore throat and a little cough), I just feel so tired. Totally tired.
Well, nevertheless, on Sunday I had tickets for a ballet show in the Opernhaus (Swan Lake). The tickets were a present to my goddaughter and as, firstly, a promise is a promise and, secondly, paid tickets are paid tickets, I went to the Opernhaus (Influenza or not). Astonishingly, I was feeling pretty good all along the two and half hours. I must be like my great-grandmother who, so I am told, was usually not feeling well (for no apparent reason, mind you, - it just was her way of life! complaining complaining and getting on everyone's nerves) but when someone suggested to take a tour anywhere she suddenly was full of energy. SMILE. Must be our genes: as long as we are on the road, we don't care :-) Hopefully, the getting on everyone's nerves is not hereditary (hahahahahaha).
Let's get back to the subject at hand. The performance was awesome. Really awesome. And my goddaughter loved it, too!
Just one really awkward moment. Totally awkward. Solo performance of the prince and the white swan toward the end of act 2. Wonderfully danced - graciously so. And suddenly I have a coughing fit. Oh my. I coughed and coughed and coughed and it was soooo awkward.
That definitively wasn't perfect timing on my side (and I think the old guy sitting in front of me was pretty pissed at my coughing fit but, hey, I didn't do it on purpose, I swear! These things have their own rules!).