After about an hour of happiness, Rachel, Jon, and I went to Benaroya Hall to get rush tickets for the Seattle Symphony's performance of Ravel's Bolero. I am not necessarily the biggest fan of the symphony, but it's hard to argue with that first moment when everyone is quiet and then the air is suddenly full of vibrations like a giant flock of birds taking flight. That said, none of the other pieces were particularly memorable, but they were all pleasant and it is fun to have gone to the symphony.
A largeish middle-aged woman in one of the boxes, dressed in black with a gold belt and probably drunk off her mind, was humorously enthusiastic for each performance. She clapped theatrically, stretching herself over the edge of her seat and occasionally blew kisses to the performers and clasped her hands to her chest, overcome with emotion.
We drove around for a while trying to think of something to do. Eventually, we settled on renting Groundhog Day.
