“I gotta go,” I said, cutting the party short. Well, sorta party — it was my boss’ birthday and we were all on our third (fourth?) bottle of prosecco: celebrating that, and our co-worker Kelly’s last day (cry), plus a welcome party for our new designer, Paulina.
“What, where you going?” tipsy boss asks.
Then I begin explaining the Artist Date — y’know, when you take yourself out on a date, yadayadayada. Go read The Artist’s Way, I recommend. Kelly and Paulina are excited at the thought, and Kelly mentions she wants to go see the ballet one of these days.
I manage to say my goodbyes (wahhh, Kelly!) and run to the Symphony.
I’m extra excited tonight because they’re playing Tschaikovsky and Bach, and I think I’m more familiar with their work (I’m not, actually, haha) and maybe I might recognize a tune or two (nope, I didn’t).
The only problem? I’ve had this nasty, wheezing cough for a few days now, and there were no signs of it getting better. So of course I brought a buttload of lozenges — no way was I going to be wheezing in between Bach tunes.
Of course I was wheezing in between Bach tunes. :(
Also didn’t help that the lady that sat beside me (who was also reapplying her lip gloss over and over again… I wanted to remind her that it was dark and we hadn’t really moved the past half hour) brought out a bottle from her bag and started applying the worst smelling super strong floral hand cream. I wanted to cry — not only was I going to be wheezing through this show, but sneezing as well. (My nose, I tell ya, is something else.)
Despite the occasional Christine keep your cough in this is a quiet part of the piece and ooh those soloists are great but oh no my brain’s about to explode and not in a good way LOUD COUGH, the show was amazing. I was still smiling and staring in between covered coughs and shoving lozenges in my mouth. ;)
Here’s a tiny bit of it, one of my favorite parts (thankfully cough-free!) Love that there’s so much piano, too.
An invitation to be in the moment
This morning we decided on a spontaneous trip to Baker Beach with our two-year-old son.
Our city by the bay is done with Summer. That summertime fog that we wake up to is no more.
Homeward bound after a month in the USA
One day-One Hour- One Minute- It will happen. It is inevitable. Except it already has.
Top 10 Things To Do In San Francisco
If you live in San Francisco, you know to avoid Eddy and Leavenworth Street... *stab*
Wrote this the day after the attacks in Paris but was reminded of it this morning when I read the news about the bombing in Turkey
In Search of Color