Call Me By Your Bav

She was thrown out of an opera house in Vienna tonight!

[QUOTE] Small-town Vienna - ain't so small-town after all. I went to see Christopher Wheeldon's The Winter's Tale tonight performed by the Vienna State Ballet at Wiener Staatsoper. I had an awful seat in the back of a side loge and even standing on the footrest I could only see about 1/4 of the stage. What I saw seemed to be danced rather well. I ended up just focusing on the orchestra since here the orchestra pit isn't actually a pit and the orchestra is almost on the same level as the audience down in those seats. In fact, there were five empty seats off the aisle on the second row. So in the first interval I went down to sit in the aisle one and two women sat in two of the four other seats next to me. I have done this for fifty years of going to operas and ballet and theatre. When there is a better seat I move to it during an interval. I do it at the Royal Opera House all the time. And in Paris at the Palais Garnier and at the Bastille the ushers actually move you down to better seats right before the curtain. It's the French egalitarian way and why I love them so much. At the Met in NY I move to better seats as well. In Broadway theaters, I do it all the time.

Tonight for the first time ever in my life right before the curtain in the second act an officious usher or manager or some sort of factotum came and told me to get up and that I had to leave and basically threw me out of the house. I had a real walk of shame up this aisle as the whole audience in their seats watched me walk out. Believe me, almost all eyes were on the ugly American being shamed. Another usher looked worried as I exited - maybe a fellow gay man in solidarity with me - and wanted to know what was wrong. I told him I was basically thrown out.

Vienna, I'm getting the message: leave. You're throwing me out.

Tonight was on top of the underground trains to my station not running. My problems with my Airbnb. And I also have a bad tooth suddenly that feels as if I need a root canal. That started up yesterday too. The only nice thing was my early dinner tonight with the lovely Viennese woman who reached out and shared it with me. That balances some of this. But I will never forget that walk of shame tonight as all those Austrian eyes were on me in that opera house. Never. I have more tickets to other evenings there but I will arrive with my tail tucked and believe me you'll never see another photo of that place ever again from me.

I do like walking around the city. It's beautiful and .. well .. walkable. But it doesn't like me back.

Onward might mean exiting early and maybe going to Paris for ten days at the end of December before my return to London. Vienna is maybe being put in my path to prove to me that home is indeed Paris and London and Tangier. Maybe that is what this is about in a positive way.

Cough up more $$$$ for a better seat ya cheap fucking gay bitch with bad teef.

My favorite part is “Vienna, I’m getting the message: leave.”

Too bad he’s unable to get this message anywhere and everywhere else he goes! Pret workers have been privately saying it to themselves for years as he shuffles to the bathroom for another quick whiff.

"And I Tell You I'm Not Leaving!"

Now, she’s claiming that her AirBnB host is trying to gaslight her by stealing her laptop case and then, when Bav asked about, returning it and acting like it was there the whole time.

All her little fans are claiming that she should get out of Vienna.

She’s calling herself Ingrid!

Well, I commiserate, shockingly. I mean we don't have ALL the details but based on what we have it's a nasty policing by the Wiener Staatsoper. The Austrians are now worse than the Swiss. The Swiss have really loosen up over the last 30 years.

Of course, maybe those seats are forever reserved for VIPS, or such.

And I am not completely convinced by his veracity because what about the two ladies who also moved into these seats. He does not mention if they were marched out in shame, as well. Maybe Bav was dressed poorly and smells unwashed. Even the stench of a rotting mouth can permeate a row or two in any direction.

“I am used to liking others in a communal situation and being liked.”