In February, I took myself to see Opera Philadelphia's production of Written on Skin, intrigued by how it was said to explore power in relationships and also feature evil, high-fashion angels. I sat at the very front. (Yes, opera can be very expensive but sometimes you can get tickets for $20, especially if you're willing to have an obstructed view, which in my opinion, isn't a huge trade-off since there are so many other things that are vying for your attention.) But it was a Friday after a long week, and it was so warm in there, and I felt really cozy, so I fell asleep pretty fast.