I was so excited. Not so much that we were going to the symphony this afternoon, but that I had a reason to wear my cute black dress and use the adorable little clutch purse my sister, Michelle, made for me. The one that isn't big enough to carry a diaper, wipes, OR a snack trap.
"Oh good. Wine." Abby said as we entered the building, making a beeline for the bar. I followed happily--normally that's MY line. She had been arguing with Tom all morning. (Okay. All weekend.)
Here's the deal. Listening to an orchestra can be boring. My mother dragged me to my sister's many orchestra concerts when I was in high school, and it was always painful. From the initial 5th grade concert, where the screeching of "Mary Had a Little Lamb" was borderline endearing, to the extracurricular concerts Michelle took on in the Youth Symphony because torturing me with school programs just wasn't enough, it was all just long and PAINFUL.
BUT THERE WAS NEVER A BAR AT THE HIGH SCHOOL CONCERTS! AND THAT'S THE KEY!
I'm telling you, give me a glass of Chardonnay and I'm good to go! Bring on the violins! The clarinets! All the instruments I hated listening to my sisters play in school!
Hooray!
(Originally written September 28, 2008)
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