Klingon Opera *Now with photos*

Today I dragged a friend of mine along convinced a friend of mine to go with me to a performance of Klingon Opera. I know, how geeky am I? But see, going to Klingon Opera isn't for me. It isn't just me sneaking out from my closet to be a Trekker for a day, no no, it's for the baby. And, like any good mother-to-be, that's important to me and justifies many of the things I do. Like the horrible fish oil capsules I chew, drink the oil from and spit out - ewwww - everyday to promote Valentine's brain and eyesight development. Klingon Opera? Good for language development, obviously.

So today I got to reminisce about how I used to be a bit of a Trekker (not a Trekkie - I never had a uniform or glue-on pointy ears) at the WORLD PREMIERE of 'u'. Don't I sound fancy? No wait, even better, at the INTERGALACTIC premiere of Klingon Opera. The performance itself was surprisingly good. It totally wasn't a geeky Trekkie convention like I was kind of hoping it would be (I brought my camera with the BIG memory card for just such mocking fun photo opportunities); it was a serious opera in a foreign language. And seeing as I've never actually seen an opera in a non-foreign language, I can't really say that was a drawback. In all truth, I thought it was way better than the Chinese Opera I saw in Hong Kong and walked out of after the first act because come on. I saw one act. Wasn't that torture enough?

So, just to summarize: Klingon Opera - recommended during pregnancy.

See, a Klingon with a Bat'leth (I swear I had to look that up) 

This is a scene depicting (in the Klingon way) two warriors making love in the blood of their enemies. Note the red light.

Almost everyone is dead. Klingons are warriors, you know.