
Adam and I have been members of the Utah Symphony for two years. We have a fun time going to the symphony once a month and acting like grown ups. This was the first time I have attended the symphony without being pregnant. All last year I would sit on my rear end of up to three hours and feel constant kicking in my belly (this was when we discovered our baby boy loved music.) I would have to say that not being pregnant, fitting in my seat, being able to walk down the row to my seat-without the entire row having to exit, is a far better way to go on a date.
We started out the evening by dropping Connor off at Adams aunts house and bringing her dinner- We went to The New Yorker for dinner and had the same waiter that we usually have-he actually waited on Adam nearly twenty years ago at his high school graduation dinner. We even sat in the same booth we got engaged in. (we like to do almost everything the same-for sentiments)
After dinner, we rode the shuttle bus to Abravanel Hall and went to enjoy a little Beethoven. When we boarded the shuttle bus it was full and this little tiny old man gave me his seat. It was really kind, especially because he was not tall enough to hold onto the rails on top of the ceiling. He scooted over to the side and rested against the side of the bus.
At our last symphony we were late by approx. 29 seconds and were denied entrance and had to wait until after intermission to enter. Well, this year we are especially cautious with regards to time. As we were going to our seats we noticed that the door guard was the same guard as last year, guarding the same door! Now -this entrance happens to have a handicap restroom-it is the only restroom on the main level. Adam really needed to go, but we were nervous about time so he very discretely tried to sneak past her.....NOT HAPPENING.
While he was rushing down the stairs to the restroom I went up to this lady and gave her a guilt trip like you would not believe.
I said, "Is this not a handicap restroom?"
LADY: yes it is
ME: Well you just told my husband he could not use it. He has an artificial leg and it is hard for him to go down stairs.
LADY: Oh, well, he should have said something.
ME: Well, sometimes it is difficult for people to publicise their disabilities.
LADY: Yes, I bet it is.
I know it is wrong-but she is really mean.
We sure had a fun Saturday with shopping, sushi, family, New Yorker, and Symphony.
It sure is great to be loved!