Although I had never previously seen an opera, I had two main preconceptions: everyone would be garbed in evening gowns and suits, and only the creme de la creme are allowed a box seat. When a man in a red velvet cape outside the state opera house convinced me to buy a thirty dollar box seat ticket instead of my previous plan of buying a four or five Euro standing ticket, I thought I was entering some alternate universe in which I, too, could be one of Vienna's finest--at least for the evening.
But I was tricked!
The box seat ticket I received was in the third box up, the second box from stage right, and the second row within that box. A massive flaw in the architecture of the Staatsoper is that the boxes are arranged in a kind of horseshoe shape, so the closest boxes to the stage face inward towards the house. Thus, it became almost impossible for me to see the stage at all. I was forced to stand and awkwardly hover above the old crones who sat (or slept) in the row in front of me. It was not glamorous and not fun.
I was, however, able to listen to the beautiful music and read translations of the lyrics on a little screen that unfolded from the wall. The Staatsoper is magnificent inside and out, and the performances are breathtaking, but I definitely will be going for the standing tickets in the future.
xoxo,
Conor
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