This evening Aaron took me to the NH Philharmonic's Christmas concert at the Palace Theater in Manchester as a birthday present. 'Twas great fun to sing with some good old fashioned carols, watch Gov. Lynch conduct (His conducting was comparable to his governing, but more amusing to watch.), and catch up with my old violin teacher and friends from orchestra. (It took my teacher a minute to recognize me with my glasses on. he gave me a few blank looks before it connected, to my vast amusement.)
Aaron and I were in the very tiered seats in the balcony, the ones with very little leg room, even for me. During the intermission, while the man sitting in front of me was gone, I got up and moved around before sitting down again, somehow managing to drape a whole bunch of my full skirt over his seat. I didn't notice this until it was too late. The man returned and promptly sat on my wayward clothing.
The problem of how to extricate my skirt kept Aaron and me amused for some time. We decided that I could a)yank it out really fast and just sort of look off in a different direction in case our neighbor turned around to see what I was doing, b)pull it out inch by inch and hope he wouldn't feel it, c)"accidentally" throw my program on the floor in front of him and hope he'd be kind enough to bend over and pick it up for me, leaving my skirt unoccupied, or d) just tap him on the shoulder and explain the whole thing.
I opted for b. Once the music started I started pulling. Inch by inch it slid out. The poor man twitched once or twice and shifted position, causing me worry that he would turn around causing some awkwardness, but he never did, and eventually I retrieved my hem and enjoyed the rest of the concert.
Boy, the whole thing made me miss my violin lessons so bad. Did you know that violin playing builds the triceps? I played for an hour and a half in the cold earlier today (another story for another day) and got so sore, almost as sore as I was when i started playing. Guess that means some poor room at Fairwood will soon be subjected to the scritchings of my practice.
Hallelujah! God is good.
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4 comments:
Bria,
That made me laugh. Can't believe that happened to you!
Glad to hear you are back in sync with your old viola:)
Tell Cara to update her blog! I miss her postings.....
pushups are good for the triceps too, if you do them right!
!!!!Ka-Sizzle!!!!
Oh Bria! That reminded me of when I was in Bible School and had my really long hair. One time during a Feast, someone came and sat next to me and trapped my hair between their elbow & the arm of the chair. They were not someone I wanted to interupt during a sermon, so I sat for a good half hour with my head cocked to the side, neck aching!
And as for the music - you and Aaron sounded WONDERFUL! I had just said to Jed, "Oooh - they're playing real Christmas music," and then I saw you guys!
So glad you were home for a bit. Chestnut Hill misses you!
Yay- another great post from you! I keep checking and it's so fun to be rewarded.
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