My shoutout to Pavarotti

Everybody's favorite opera singer passed yesterday.
After my first year of law school in 1992, I spent three weeks in Geneva. As soon as I landed in town, Pat and I bought tickets to go see the legend in concert.
The night before the show, I got drunk off my ass at the only bar in town that stayed up after 9 pm, then proceeded to climb up three stories of the exterior of a hotel. Don't ask. Of course, I fell, which left me with two broken ankles, a sprained shoulder and numerous scratches and bruises. I was lucky to be alive.
I should have gone to the ER right away, but I waited a few days because I'd be damned if I was gonna miss the show. Next day, I took the public bus to the concert hall and hobbled to my seat. Despite the relentless and searing pain, I thoroughly managed to have a good time. He fuckin' rocked!
So here's to you, Grande Vecchio. Grazie e buon viaggio.