Things that happen at home:
So, my mom had her first symphony concert this weekend, and Iâm happy to report that it was a smashing success.
What I personally thought was really cool is that the whole symphony is mostly older women. Most of the brass section was older men though, and you could tell that the trumpet and trombone players were having a great time with the music (lots of jamming out head and shoulders movement) and WOW that tuba player has A Set Of Lungs.
Honestly kinda makes me miss the days when Middle Sister would stand just outside my bedroom door and just BLAST through her practice session as fast as possible. Yes, she was a tuba player. Yes, she was in marching band and orchestra. Yes, I absolutely ran out screaming âMOOOOOOMMMMMM!!!!!â Every. Single. Time. No, that did not stop her in anyway whatsoever.
Anyway, there was also a cello soloist that performed with violin and viola accompaniment, and he was legitimately fantastic. I told my mom during intermission that she was better and she did her scrunch up face of Youâre Full Of Shit But I Like The Support which was cute.
I was sitting next to my one of my cousins for the concert and we both kept side eyeing each other and giggling about how he was bobbing along and jamming outâŚfor those of you that donât know, itâs very easy to jam out and look cool when you have either a very small instrument or a very large instrument.
When you have a medium instrument, like a cello or French horn, you just look silly if youâre jamming out (saxophone is the exception) and my mom has this veryâŚcontained way of playing that looks intense but graceful and determined. So to see someone looking like theyâre jamming out on an electric guitar while playing a cello was justâŚhilarious to us, because weâve been watching my mom jam out for decades and never seen anyone look so goofy while sounding so good.
One of my moms work friends showed up, and she was an absolute delight. Complete sweetheart; itâs also really fucking funny to tease government contractors about their top secret clearances and joke about their projects or basically anything that they arenât allowed to talk about. (I teased her specifically about being in the CIA because she does intelligence analysis; my husband and I have a long standing âargumentâ about if my mom works on quantum computers or making targeted ai satellite systems talk to each other, because honestly her PhD could easily allow for both) the goal is to make relatively small jokes and then drop it quickly because you donât actually want them to violate their security protocolsâŚbut fucking hell if it isnât fun to toe the line.
My mechanic husband had the dubious joy of teaching me how to jump start a car in the parking lot without jumper cables. (My car battery is in the fritz and needs replacement but we honestly thought it could wait another month or soâŚ)
But basically you put the car in neutral, push it into a position that it can roll naturally downhill, then put it in either first gear or reverse (which ever way is down hill, basically) and release the clutch. Iâm pretty sure this only works on automatic transmission vehicles, but I could be wrong and didnât ask for clarification.
Iâd like to point out that we were in a crowded parking lot with a perfectly functioning set of jumper cables. We could have absolutely asked any of the ten people walking by if we could get a jump. We could have waited for my cousin to come out, because we were parked right next to each other. But no. âWhat if youâre stuck by yourself? You pride yourself on being able to get out of anything.â
That man knows me too well.
Overall, great night. Fantastic concert, great learning experience, got to be an absolute little shit. 10/10, would do again.
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