Lifeblogging: A night at the symphony
May. 4th, 2012 10:16 amOmaha and I went out last night to enjoy the symphony. Yes, the big Seattle symphony, although this was a "lesser known works of Mozart and Schubert" night, with a guest violinist from out of town. We heard the Divertimento in F Major, the Violin Concerto No. 2 in D, and the Schubert's rousing Symphony Number 3 in D Major.
Before the concert, we stopped at a little cafe called the Fione and had the most amazing coffee: I had their Turkish coffee, and she had a honey concoction. We also bought a handful of meat and bread snacks to nibble on, since dinner wasn't going to be before 9:30pm.
We got a 25-piece orchestra: the stage looked a little barren. Gregory Vajda, the conductor, was an energetic man who lead the orchestra one bar before the beat being followed by the band. The guest violinist, Misha Keylin, was a stout man who knew his stuff and was clearly into his work, but fidgeted a lot onstage when it wasn't his turn to play.
The concert was fun, although I was better behaved than Omaha and managed to leave my phone off throughout the performance. She just had to tweet something in the middle of it all.
During the intermission, a man came up and complemented me aboot me kilt. He asked if they were common, and where he could get one. I pointed him up the street to Utilikilt; his wife would probably not want him to get a Pride brand (heh heh), and the place up in Everett that does authentic tartans in the "Seattle cut" (the belt-and-pleats style invented by Utilitkilt) is a bit pricey and out of the way. Omaha learned the devestation of Amaretto on the rocks, and I had whatever the house white was that night.
Afterward, we went to the Wild Ginger, a high-end Thai place that wasn't nearly as expensive as we'd been led to believe. $24 each for appetizers and dinner, and that included salmon nuggets in a sweet dip, spring rolls with pineapple, half a roast duck, and a plateful of flank steak in a salt garlic sauce that was amazing. Despite Omaha and my buying the "small" plates, we still went home with enough for lunch. American just plain eat too damned much.
Before the concert, we stopped at a little cafe called the Fione and had the most amazing coffee: I had their Turkish coffee, and she had a honey concoction. We also bought a handful of meat and bread snacks to nibble on, since dinner wasn't going to be before 9:30pm.
We got a 25-piece orchestra: the stage looked a little barren. Gregory Vajda, the conductor, was an energetic man who lead the orchestra one bar before the beat being followed by the band. The guest violinist, Misha Keylin, was a stout man who knew his stuff and was clearly into his work, but fidgeted a lot onstage when it wasn't his turn to play.
The concert was fun, although I was better behaved than Omaha and managed to leave my phone off throughout the performance. She just had to tweet something in the middle of it all.
During the intermission, a man came up and complemented me aboot me kilt. He asked if they were common, and where he could get one. I pointed him up the street to Utilikilt; his wife would probably not want him to get a Pride brand (heh heh), and the place up in Everett that does authentic tartans in the "Seattle cut" (the belt-and-pleats style invented by Utilitkilt) is a bit pricey and out of the way. Omaha learned the devestation of Amaretto on the rocks, and I had whatever the house white was that night.
Afterward, we went to the Wild Ginger, a high-end Thai place that wasn't nearly as expensive as we'd been led to believe. $24 each for appetizers and dinner, and that included salmon nuggets in a sweet dip, spring rolls with pineapple, half a roast duck, and a plateful of flank steak in a salt garlic sauce that was amazing. Despite Omaha and my buying the "small" plates, we still went home with enough for lunch. American just plain eat too damned much.
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