How lucky you are...
I've been out to SF several times and could never get opera tickets. Must do better planning.
And since we're sharing "need to sleep in the theatre" moments...
I left Graz, Austria, on Thursday morning, took the train to London and arrived on Friday evening. Found my way through Victoria Station and the train to Gatwick, got on line for the Saturday People's Express (remember those days!?!?!?!) flight to NYC for $99!, managed to get on the Saturday afternoon flight with a good friend of John-John's (and she SAID she would introduce me to Jackie when we got settled in NYC), arrived in NYC IN THE AFTERNOON, mingled with friends, went to the Juilliard Orchestra concert that evening in Alice Tully Hall, and by that time, I was a dirty comatose zombie. I was only 23 and thought I could do it, mid-way through the second half I excused myself, told my friends where I would be and that they needed to come get me, walked out of the hall, lay myself down on the carpet in a corner under the water coolers, and went to sleep. I was dead and could have slept anywhere, and I'm a light sleeper! Luckily the friends came out and found me, pulled me up, and whisked me away to bed. I slept for 14 hours. Three days with no sleep can do that to you!
By the by...we've been looking longingly at getting tickets for Bayreuth, but after the descriptions of this year's festival, no AC, temps in the 90s at the 5:30 curtain, and the descriptions of the sweltering furnace the opera house became before the first act was finished, I just don't think I can do it. The Bavarian Radio story referred to the sweltering box of humanity (the perfume, the sweat, the mothballs, the heavy breathing...) as the "Bayreuth Smell"
Ugh. I know it's a temple. But I just don't think I could do it in full evening dress. I threatened to get tickets and have t-shirt and gym shorts under my tails so that I could strip at my seat and tuck them under it. Wouldn't that go over!