You used to take me into Lincoln Center or Carnegie Hall a couple times a year as a teenager. I may not have said this out loud to you, but it made me so proud that you thought me a worthy date for those occasions.
One time, before seeing "Madame Butterfly" we spent some time chatting at the fountain in the middle of the plaza. You loved that fountain, and confessed to me that you always thought it would be cool to tell someone "I'll meet you by the fountain at Lincoln Center."
While we were there, a bunch of young boys was hovering close to the fountain and giggling, and we saw them pour something into the water.
A couple of hours later during intermission, we looked out at the fountain from the balcony in the glass atrium in the theater. Boy, were we shocked...the fountain was overflowing with bubbles! The kids had turned the water feature into a massive bubble bath. And the giddiness of the water seemed to be infectious, as people gathered to watch, laugh, and take pictures in front of the bubbles.
When the opera was over (basically an eternity later) and we came out, the fountain was turned off, and police were there. It was like a scene from a movie, but it happened to us.
xx
M
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