Second Chances

As I prepare for my third evening in a row at the Met

I was not there (as these things usually go), but a friend of mine, who's a fan of virtually everyone (and no, not Lois Kirschenbaum), waited for dear Nelly Miricioiu at the MET stage door after her first Vespri earlier this week. He tells me that in the midst of high praises (and who would tell a diva she sucked and then expect an autograph), she appeared apologetic, almost embarrassed by the disproportionate response to what she knew was a subpar evening, but also sent a defiant tone that she'll do so much better in her second try.

The point is, she may deliver tonight. I will report, as always. Check back with me late tonight, or tomorrow morning.