Pay your respects and then move on. Some situations only get worse when you give them more attention. It's time to remember what used to excite you. An old connection still carries a fresh charge.
The symphony was fabulous. Got there early, got a third row balcony seat. Can I just say that Anne Manson bores me to tears? She was explaining these symphonies to to the audience and I almost fell out of my chair, she was so boring, and saying 'uh'....'uh.....in the middle of her sentences. So anyway, they did the first peice, modern, interesting..sort of boring. Then the soloist walked out. She was FABULOUS, she wore a sleeveless black shirt with sparkle things down the side, and wore fire red velvet pants. She looked as if she just walked from a dinner party, and just sort of sauntered on stage, and played this fabulous Bruch violin concerto. Then the kicker, gets a quasi-standing ovation, and then says "i've prepared an encore, would you like to hear it?" so irreverently, it was hysterical. Like 'well you know, i have this encore, and i'll play it if you want to hear it, but I have plans, so I have to get out of here, so i'll just do this Porgy and Bess" So she played "Bess, I's Your Woman Now", and walked off the stage. Hysterical. What a whirlwind. Went out with Schick afterwards, to the country-western gay bar. That was a kick for her, a straight soccer mom going to the gay country western bar. She loved it. I wanted to dance with her, but she wouldn't....slow dance even....what's the problem? She left after a while, and Kevin (read: boy's friend, new bartender and the reason that we are going to the country bar...at all) kept the drinks going. Craziness. Went to the boy's place, and now I have to work the last day at Barnes and Gnoble. Have to work with Flo too. Great.
The symphony was fabulous. Got there early, got a third row balcony seat. Can I just say that Anne Manson bores me to tears? She was explaining these symphonies to to the audience and I almost fell out of my chair, she was so boring, and saying 'uh'....'uh.....in the middle of her sentences. So anyway, they did the first peice, modern, interesting..sort of boring. Then the soloist walked out. She was FABULOUS, she wore a sleeveless black shirt with sparkle things down the side, and wore fire red velvet pants. She looked as if she just walked from a dinner party, and just sort of sauntered on stage, and played this fabulous Bruch violin concerto. Then the kicker, gets a quasi-standing ovation, and then says "i've prepared an encore, would you like to hear it?" so irreverently, it was hysterical. Like 'well you know, i have this encore, and i'll play it if you want to hear it, but I have plans, so I have to get out of here, so i'll just do this Porgy and Bess" So she played "Bess, I's Your Woman Now", and walked off the stage. Hysterical. What a whirlwind. Went out with Schick afterwards, to the country-western gay bar. That was a kick for her, a straight soccer mom going to the gay country western bar. She loved it. I wanted to dance with her, but she wouldn't....slow dance even....what's the problem? She left after a while, and Kevin (read: boy's friend, new bartender and the reason that we are going to the country bar...at all) kept the drinks going. Craziness. Went to the boy's place, and now I have to work the last day at Barnes and Gnoble. Have to work with Flo too. Great.
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