The Phantom of the Opera: Manila

Someone told me that everyone's a nobody until they've seen Phantom. I've seen it twice, so I guess that makes me one step nearer godhood. If Armageddon comes, I expect a flying saucer to rescue me while Martian Nazis make mincemeat of planet Earth.

Extraterrestrials and screaming people filled my thoughts as we made our way to CCP. The weather was blissfully jolly when we left our house. By the time we got to Manila, it started raining. Not quite Noah's ark level, but enough to slow down traffic to a crawl.

Despite the floods, we arrived early. That gave us time to have dinner, loiter around the lobby and buy a souvenir program and a CD.

We got seats in the parterre section. It's not visible from the orchestra section. I didn't even know it existed. The seats were very comfortable and the leg room was quite spacious. It's secluded and very private. They say this is where Madam usually sat during her heyday. I can see why. I wish they'd lower the ticket price, though. I started seeing double when my credit card bill arrived the following week.