madame butterfly

If you want to hear me squeal like a little girl, just call me up and ask me if I want to go to see an opera in 15 minutes. Robin bought an extra ticket because she just knew that someone wanted to go, she just wasn't sure who it was. That would be me. It was lovely. Madame Butterfly, a tragic masterpiece, they called it. I was interested for the first hour, intrigued the second hour, and mesmerised for the rest. They sing, I squeak. Boy, do I have a lot to learn.

My picture uploading is being a bit strange at the moment. Judging from the jumble of html I'm seeing right now, there are three pictures.
Picture with four girls: Ashley, yours truly, my roommate Kate, Stacey
Guess the rest.