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I was fortunate enough to be invited to see Andrea Bocelli in concert last night. While a night of Italian arias might sound like more of a curse than a blessing for some people, I was truly excited for this show. All dolled up in a new red dress and heels (which I don't wear very often), I was feeling sexy and sophisticated. I met my date and we strolled into the venue, a good looking couple if I do say so myself. 

We ordered drinks, a white wine for me and gin on the rocks for him, and proceeded to our seats. Our seats were, in what some might call, the Nose Bleed section. This is nearly the same section of the arena where I had seen a hockey game a few years back. We had a decent view of the stage and the jumbotron to see all the opera action up close. 

The lights dimmed and the orchestrated started to play. Between the strings and woodwinds all I could hear was "chomp, chomp, chomp". I looked just past my date to see a guy fully immersed in his tray of chili cheese nachos. Really? Nachos? Here? It was more than distracting. Not only was the continuous crunching interrupting my enjoyment of Verdi but, the smell was overpowering.  It was like pears and brie at a NASCAR race, BBQ ribs at a wake, or Jagermeister shots at a baby shower; out of place.