On Friday, Ezra and I went to a friend's B-day party, and Ezra got to hang out in the dirt with his BFF Ethan while mommy got to eat chocolate cake AND ice cream. Plus, when I was getting Ezra out of his carseat to go into the party, he kept pointing above my head and saying "moooon". Me being the sharp mommy that I am I said, "What? What are you saying? What are you pointing at?" Thinking that maybe he saw a cow decoration in the yard next door or something. (moooooo.) Then I looked up and saw the moon and squealed with glee because my son said ANOTHER WORD. I made him say it a hundred times to everyone at the party because I was so dang proud. Moooon!
The next night we had a date planned and our new neighbors watched Ezra while Chris and I went and got yummy food and then went to the Symphony. The Symphony! I had never been to the symphony! I was very excited as we aproached the Civic center and saw hundreds of people all dressed up, pouring in through the doors. It was mostly elderly people, and I couldn't help but think that my generation was missing out on something pretty amazing and that also maybe we wouldn't know good music if it jumped out of the bushes and smacked us in the head with a cello.
It's quite a fancy affair, the symphony. People take pride in it. We went to pick up our tickets at the Will Call booth, and there was a big poster displaying who would be the guest performer of the evening. I stopped dead in my tracks when I saw her face on that poster. It was none other than Lilith. You know, Lilith? From 'Cheers'? And that one show that
Chris played in symphonies for years (did you all know he's an outstanding violist?) and he tried to explain all the nuances and happenings of the stage and the musicians and it was all so facinating to me. Basically, what I gathered, is that whichever chair you sit in tells the world how good you are at your instrument. First chair = your instruments sounds like angelic choruses when you play it. Last chairs = your instrument sounds like animal mating calls when you play it. Haha I joke. It was beautiful. It's like a whole different world that I've never experienced, and I saw my husband's eyes light up as he excitedly revealed a whole new room of his heart that I'd never been in before.
So... go experience your local philharmonic! Take binocluars! Bring yummy candy that doesn't have crinkly wrappers! Show up 30 minutes early! (Showing up later is, I've been informed, rude.) Bring a sketchbook with you if you like to draw! Be bold and go by yourself! Buy a strong drink at intermission! Watch each individual musician and marvel at the beauty of so many fragments coming together to make a whole!
I hope to go back again someday soon. And I secretly hope to see my husband sitting on a stage again one day- with a viola tucked neatly underneath a satisfied grin.