Very Close to, if not actually in, the CD player:
seen/heard ° listen ° buy
But They’re ALL Fat, and They Just Keep Singing
The Metropolitan Opera set up shop on the Prospect Park ball fields, belting out Saint-Saëns’ “Samson et Dalila” ‘stead of home runs. (Coincidentally, I got a haircut, earlier.)
Normally, I wouldn’t care, but they brought their arias so close to my area that the caterwauling sounded absolutely apocalyptic while it wailed through my window. Oy Sole Mio.
Other Met dates in other parks, and other Prospect Park events.
Hey there....
I think I promised you a beer right? See if you can bump into me at Canada
Day in Prospect Park. I'll be the one with the good beer, a beavertail hat,
and a flannel shirt.
jesus h crispity christ, I almost peed myself laughing at this post title.
I'll go read the post now.