It all started last year in the fall. I left my parents' apartment on the upper Westside of Central Park, go to the Metropolitan Opera, when I saw the leaves on the trees turning color. All those leaves used to be green, and now they are drying up and present itself in different colors. Brown, yellow, orange and red are the colors that were used as a flag for this time of year. My sense that I was aware of freshness in the air that it was not for some time. All these were signs that summer came to an end and that pad was gotten off its glorious beginning.
I can honestly say that this time of year is my favorite and as I looked around I could see why I've always thought this season that the Americans called in the fall so exciting. Autumn is the fresh air brought a sharp contrast to the summer of stifling heat and humidity, and the arrival of autumn, had cooled the air, we return to the vitality of kidnapped me mentally and physically oppressive summers. Even I could feel myself putting more money in my step than I did in a long time, as I walked the streets of this city that is slowly coming to life.
For me, fall means, first and above all the beginning of the opera season, which is of particular importance, as the man himself, whose adoration of opera led him to become a student at the "New York School of Music," which is exactly what has happened that in the last year, as well as a member of the board of the "Metropolitan opera". Where on that evening would be found in but not as a performer, but as one of 4,000 spectators watching the evening performance of Richard Wagner's "Götterdämmerung."
I might add that events such as "Halloween" and "gratitude", he also helped turn a drop of more than just one season. As of the secular holidays that are used to convert a source of joy that I took through out the year.
The first of these two days on the calendar have their roots in Ireland and gave everyone the perfect excuse to put on the bones, which is acceptable to watch or just act silly. Of course, there are those like my parents who always jumped at the chance to be their grandchildren, "trick or treat," perhaps hoping to re-capture some of that youth who have not really left them yet, but it's definitely faded a bit.
another one of those two days on the calendar was without doubt the most "American Home", whose raison d'être is to reunite families, and remind them of the need to be grateful, not only for things that are but for what each other on this day of days, which was discontinued our ancestors only for the purpose of giving thanks.
and autumn brings with him begging the NFL season, the beginning of European football leagues as we New York as the "most important" Grand Slam tennis tournament, "U.S. Open". As for myself I have always enjoyed watching an interesting game or match any of those sports, especially on Sundays.
"U.S. Open", but it was special because my family is unique. Since it was the only sporting event we attended as a family, and due to the fact that we get "freebies" at matches by my father's company that sponsors the event, but what all of us actually go was my sister, whom we all wanted see victory. As a player at A.T.P. tour, which is baring injury will definitely compete in this year's open.
All of these factors are now awaiting the arrival of fall with such longing that sometimes seemed to me that I spent a whole year waiting for the fall and the excitement that she alone can provide.
As for myself, it was never easy to talk about myself, so I'll only do it because the way I look. I have never come to think of myself as handsome. I have always considered a matter of time I was beautiful or not be one that should be decided by others. But what I say about my physical appearance that I was already on the high side, standing at 6 feet or 186 cm in height and weight of what you would call skinny but not a slim 200 pounds or 90 kilograms. My hair is dark blue, as some might call dirty blonde. My eyes are bright blue, which made them look bigger than they really were. My nose delicate and small, almost a copy of my mother. My mouth is just part of my face I was not happy with, as I thought it too broad. It reminds me of the frogs, but eventually I learned to accept that although its shape is not pleasing to my eye did not help me to sing those notes that for small mouth would be impossible or at least that's what my mother, singing instructor told me .
Another thing I can say about myself is that I always had to take special care in the state getting ready to go to the opera, and that day was no exception. I put on my only black tuxedo (which I bought for the opera, recitals and school), white shirt, bow tie to match my shirt and a pair of very well-shinned and black shoes. I also paid attention to every little detail from the way I combed hair (which I always kept short) is back with hair gel in the way I tried to make my skin look flawless and asking after my mother's advice on how to apply base after the pimple cream. I even went to the trouble of getting a manicure.
After having gone through this ritual, I checked to see that I forgot to take any of the things I might need, such as cards, my wallet with my credit cards and some cash should I decided to get something to eat at a place that did not honor credit card or call a taxi home. Payment for the booth is not really a problem, as I always could ask one of the doormen to lend me money even though my mother did not we prefer to refrain from doing this. As to the specific measures it is taking advantage of the doormen. I also saw that I turned off everything that needed to be;. As air conditioning, stereo, computers and lights
On that day the idea of getting something to eat before the opera, to avoid hunger during the performance that I have left the parents' apartment 45 minutes earlier than necessary.
