Yeah, I know, I have a lot of nerve addressing a blog entry to you, all things considered.
But, say, listen, big guy. Here's my bargain basement version of Pascal's Wager: I pretend you exist just in case; you maybe do me a favor. After that, seriously, other than Mike Huckabee not winning the election, I'll never ask you for another you-damn thing.
What I'd like, god, old buddy, old pal, is for Patricia Racette to expand her Puccini rep and cover for Karita Mattila in February, and for KM to have a cold or something not particularly unpleasant but momentarily incapacitating like that, because then Racette would go on instead and in addition to the pleasure of hearing her sing it, I could use the subject line "Manon Lesbo" for my review. In a loving way, you understand. Because it's 2008* and we can kid each other about that kind of thing. I think.
Ok, I'm gonna let you go in case you're busy coming up with more fascinating tokens of your affection like AIDS and famine and, not to reuse a punchline, but Mike Huckabee, in your infinite benevolence. But consider it, alright?
Fondly as ever,
Maurizio Q. D'Annato
Yes, eventually I'm going back to the opera so I can stop posting crap like this. Promise.
*Thanks, Gert. You win the "Maury is a Simpleton" award for this week.