Jeezmonster decided yesterday that she would inflict havoc on my work life and entice me out of work with a bottle of wine in Central Park while listening to the New York Philharmonic Orchestra. Off we went, despite the earlier rain shower, which left the ground just a wee bit damp. Astute forest rangers that we are, we managed not to get lost, and made our way to the Great Lawn. We got there just in time for the Shanghai Orchestra members to ring a ting ting with the triangle and fall on to the piano one or two times in thundering crescendos. And then silence. For like a very long time. The kind of long time that makes you wonder if you showed up too late and have missed the entire show.
But Jeezmonster is easily distracted by the glow sticks that were being sold to the little kids. And I whiled away the time drinking the bottle of wine and eating chocolate chip cookies that were not Famous Amos and stale chips.
Turns out that there was plenty more to listen to, including excerpts from snippets of songs from West Side Story and then Bolero, which might just be the the longest song in the history of the world. Actually, Jeezmonster and I decided to be adventurous, and try to break into the coveted seating area meant for VIP pass holders. Needless to say, we were not VIP pass holders, and, in case there was any doubt, we were caught within steps of swinging ourselves over the fenced-in area. Damn capitalists.
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