Not an Opera

We thought we were going to an opera, and we were running late. We ended up parking in another realm completely from the theater. Our spot was in nearly the deepest cave of the parking structure, and we had a long, winding trek up to the surface.
And then, staring blearily into the sunlight we walked across the flat lands, through a tunnel and found ourselves finally at the opera house. Luckily, we weren't too late to get our tickets from will-call.
We had to make a base camp at the second landing, where we were met by a Sherpa with a goat, who would lead us to the top. It was a long, arduous climb up the sheer rock face of the opera house to Balcony B (including rickety ladder, rope-with-knots-tied-in and belaying). But we made it, eventually, and just in time for the start of the opera.
One the way back though, the Sherpa (and the goat) wandered off to let us find or way back on our own. We only got lost once, having gone to the deepest cave instead of nearly the deepest cave to find our car.
I won't get into finding the restaurant, which was technically just a few blocks away (and still somehow ended up being a longer journey than finding the car).
Oh, and the opera was sung very well, but the artistic direction left quite a bit to be desired. Good thing we were so high up we couldn't really see it!