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January 4, 2006
Blah, blah, blah
I've been meaning to write this for days; I've been a dam swollen from a wintery mix and ready to burst. Okay, I've burst. (wink)
So... the cold along with the new nephew's tardy appearance threw a few things out of whack for me, but having things change suddenly is something I'm used to. I planned to be out of town for the New Year, like always. I planned to have my buttocks parked firmly and snugly in a comfy chair, cup of tea by my side and ready, willing and able to tap along to the splendid offerings of the Vienna Philharmonic on New Year's Day. Unfortunately I have had to park my buttocks in front of the telly instead of in person at the Musikverein in Vienna, Austria.
For those of you who have followed my pathetic longing for tickets to this annual event, you know that we were all pitifully unsuccessful LAST YEAR in our collective attempts for tickets. Al @ Fulton Chain went so far as to offer MONEY to anyone who could procure 2 tickets for me. For those of you unfamiliar with this quest, I've tried for 4 years to obtain tickets through the wienerphilharmoniker's (Vienna Philharmonic) online registration/lottery. Each year I receive the same exact email from them with the same disappointing news. Translation: tough luck kiddo. Last year I asked friends in Europe to try. I asked friends here in America to try. I blog about it EVERY YEAR. Nada. Nothing. Zip. My name is frustration with a capital "F". I now refer to the Vienna Philharmonic as the "WEENER PHILHARMONICKER." :-)
I digress.
So as I was saying... things changed. Yes there were a few friends in from out of town, but they were here, I saw them and they went on their merry way, as did I. I had hoped to see other friends but it didn't work out due to scheduling and other commitments, and then my brother's wife had the nerve to go and give birth. (Yes I say that with sarcasm and a chuckle - babies are cute until they grow up.) Anyway... I finally managed to get out of town and without my mobile, leaving me unreachable. One of the friends I was supposed to see while out of town must have forgotten that I told him I'd be without mobile, otherwise he wouldn't have left 2 messages for me on it. We're still here. Where ARE YOU!? *sigh* Why is it that the minute I'm disconnected EVERYONE rediscovers the telephone? *shrug* Others who know better could've emailed me, and most likely I would have responded with a delightful little ditty of I'M NOT HOME. And damn the dam, damn it anyway, I missed a call I honestly never expected or thought I'd receive from someone in Paris, France. Digression number 2. :-)
Hmm. Where was I? Right. I managed to see the 2006 New Year's Day Concert on the telly with hot tea by my side. My eyes welled up while listening to The Blue Danube, not because it brings me to tears but because it made me think of my dad, who introduced me to classical music when I was a child. Of course this lapse in my typical steely eyes was quickly covered up, lest anyone actually see me become emotional. Thankfully Marche de Radetzky snapped me out of it and had me tapping my foot and that brought the concert to a close. Another year, another television viewing, another online ticket request January 2, 2006 on the molasses and quicksand dial-up electronic (not)superhighway. Heh.
... AND I had planned to be in Europe for the New Year. AND obviously I didn't go. AND that means that there's always this year. AND yes, ideally, wouldn't it be great to be in Europe for the next New Year's Day Concert, AND we'll just have to wait and see what happens.
uh oh. I feel something stuck in my craw. I think I'll be vomiting more words soon.... what a wonderful thing. ;-)
Cindy
Comments
i was thinking of you on new year's day as the vienna philharmonic was playing in the background chez the folks. i knew that you'd be listening to it - happy new year, cinders.
Brain matter deposited by: zed on January 6, 2006 11:00 AM
Maybe this will be the lucky year?
Brain matter deposited by: Kat on January 6, 2006 3:44 PM