That would be me. And now I'm trying out Movable Type from the phone. So far, so good! I have a ton of stuff to write about, but I'm going to start with tonight's big adventure. My dad called me up a couple of days ago with the great news that had gotten us tickets to go see Carmina Burana. But wait, you say. Didn't you already go see Carmina Burana with your dad? Yes! I say, and congratulate you on your excellent memory. Apparently the production we saw before was "too Hollywood" so we had to go see this more authentic version, performed by the German School of Washington. I was very worried it was going to be some awful school chorus, but it was actually quite nice .
My dad was late, but not that late for him. It was an interesting experience being surrounded by people speaking German. The soprano and the baritone were very good but it turns out that I don't particularly like countertenors. Carmina Burana is in German and Latin so I'll admit that my attention wandered a bit at times. I watched enviously as the little boy in front of me played solitaire on his dad's phone. I had to resist the urge to peer over his shoulder and give him advice -- red three on the black four! I played a rousing game of is dad asleep or just listening with his eyes shut? Answer: I think both. The woman two seats over had on so much perfume that I practically had an asthma attack, and I don't even have asthma. And then it was over, and I sped home through a very rainy night.
