This week's insane social engagements revealed a very dear and generous friend who gifted Opera Chic another ticket to attend tonight's Aida at Teatro alla Scala. Although I had already attended La Prima of Aida just two weeks ago, and was not really in need of a Zeffirelli-fix, I nonetheless graciously accepted the ticket (and no...I *didn't* try to scalp it for 3x the face-value...although for a moment, it was very tempting!).
Earlier tonight, I found myself at the theater snuggly ensconced with three various (but well-dressed) strangers in a palco box overseeing the lavish, claustrophobic Zeffirelli sets, and again, Bolle's glorious, tight a$$ (Opera Chic surreptitiously snuck a video of Bolle's dance to the Marcia Trionfale, which will be uploaded tomorrow with my review).
I am also able to report that Fraccaro, Alagna's Radames replacement, doesn't totally suck. He's not worse than Alagna, but not better. At the very least, his blood sugar seemed to be under control. He wasn't booed, and the loggionisti were polite and reserved (boring). Opera Chic has also (surreptitiously again) filmed Fraccaro’s Celeste Aida aria from tonigh's performance, also to appear on YouTube. Stay close!