The evening went as follows:
7ish- Antonio and I arrive at St. Martins, pick up tickets and proceed to the left side of the church where they sit along the side walls facing the main aisle in a pew box we shared with an old couple both of whom hummed along to each piece. New London Soloists Orchestra enters and begins the program.
Bach - Brandenburg Concerto No 3
Vivaldi - Spring from Four Seasons
Bach - Air on the G String (why...why does that title always make me giggle)
Vivaldi - Concerto for Four Violins
Intermission in which Antonio and Mollie sat in the crypt cafe and had coffee and biscuits.
Vivaldi - Winter from Four Seasons
Handel - Concerto Grosso from op 6
Bach - Concerto for two Violins in D minor
9:40ish- We leave St. Martin's go to an awesome Mediterranean restaurant in Trafalger where I order couscous (too spicy, but better than the spackel I'd made at Christmas) with vegetables and he has lamb. He tells me about his chemistry experiment that ended in disaster and a blue ceiling when he was six. I tells him about the plays she and Peter and Lucy put on when we were younger. I leave out the part about the time Peter made a grand entrance wearing a silk robe and pumps, although he still brags about it to this day.
By the time I'd gotten back it was time to check email, watch the episode of Friends I'd downloaded, and worry a little about my phone. I fear it's not as simple a simple as getting a new charger, I think I'll need a whole new phone which means a new plan and whatnot...ohhh things to do. Speaking of which I've got to get into the practice rooms this weekend. Nan, my voice teacher, has assigned me this beautiful Leider, 'Der Tod, das ist die kuhle Nacht' for which I've got to look up a translation and become familiar with.
And in other news, biiiiig big soccer game tomorrow. Still need shin guards. Still need to make myself a sammich to take for after tomorrow's game (it'll be chicken and mayo and lettuce, in case there are questions). I miss the parents making tunnels for their girls after the games.
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A bumpersticker I bought yesterday, for to make you giggle:
JESUS SAVE ME
FROM YOUR FOLLOWERS
We were in Boston for the weekend to see you and Kate. But you weren' there. Blew us off, you did. Eli cried. I said, "it's ok, mollie just doesn't like you anymore."
Ok, he didn' an' I didn't. But we did. We CheezecakeFact'd and it was fun but funner with you. We'll go 'pon yer return.
Hey, Mom, kidneystones pass, too, but that ain' pleasant, neither.
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