Jerry and I went to the last performance for our season of Seattle Symphony. We heard the Ligeti Requiem, which was haunting and interesting. I would love to see the score, because the singing both for choir and soloists was so difficult, I'm interested in reading for myself what they had to learn and sing. After the intermission, we heard Mahler's Fifth Symphony. Mahler is not Jerry's and my personal favorite, but we thought the third movement of the symphony was moving and beautiful, and we liked the energetic last movement. The thing that most struck me about the evening was an encounter I had with a person during intermission. Jerry stayed put in his seat. I headed up the aisle to go to the restroom. I was hoping if I did this, waiting for the ferry later would not be the agony it sometimes can be.
As I was working my way through the milling throng in the lobby, all lining up to the wine bar or heading to the resties like I was, I found myself behind a couple. The gentleman was tall and bald. He looked prosperous and conventional. The lady, however, nearly stopped me in my tracks. She was blonde, tall and slim. She was elegantly gowned in a cloth-of-gold close-fitting floor length dress with an open back. I could see that the garment had a halter front with fabric ties knotted around her neck. What was absolutely unexpected and gorgeous was that this lady was tattooed all over her body and arms that I could see. I don't know if she had any body art on her lower torso and legs, but what I could see on the upper part of her was fabulous. She had floral arms, some kind of Asian writing on the undersides of her arms and a beautiful pair of life-sized wings on her back. I was so knocked out, I lost all propriety and tapped her lightly on her arm. She turned and looked down kindly at me. I gushed, "I apologize for disturbing you, but I must tell you how absolutely fabulous, how gorgeous your body art is. Did you have it done in Japan?" She smiled and told me no she had it done in many places and that she had traveled very widely. I said again how lovely she was, and I turned swiftly and headed down the hall to the Ladies' room. Of course there was a line. It was intermission. Now here was the lady again standing behind me. I could not help but look at her and our eyes met. She said, "Isn't it beautiful, the music?" I said yes it is. She told me she has a nine-year-old son, who already owns a concert-going suit with a bow tie and everything. She is looking forward to taking him to his first concert. I said, "How wonderful! I've been going to concerts since I was a kid. I know he'll love it." She said yes, music was wonderful. I agreed on that and we parted company.
On my way out, I spotted her gentleman companion waiting for her in the hall. I looked up at him, and he glanced down a little frostily at me. I smiled and murmured "Have a wonderful night," and headed back up the hall and through the lobby to my seat.
As I was working my way through the milling throng in the lobby, all lining up to the wine bar or heading to the resties like I was, I found myself behind a couple. The gentleman was tall and bald. He looked prosperous and conventional. The lady, however, nearly stopped me in my tracks. She was blonde, tall and slim. She was elegantly gowned in a cloth-of-gold close-fitting floor length dress with an open back. I could see that the garment had a halter front with fabric ties knotted around her neck. What was absolutely unexpected and gorgeous was that this lady was tattooed all over her body and arms that I could see. I don't know if she had any body art on her lower torso and legs, but what I could see on the upper part of her was fabulous. She had floral arms, some kind of Asian writing on the undersides of her arms and a beautiful pair of life-sized wings on her back. I was so knocked out, I lost all propriety and tapped her lightly on her arm. She turned and looked down kindly at me. I gushed, "I apologize for disturbing you, but I must tell you how absolutely fabulous, how gorgeous your body art is. Did you have it done in Japan?" She smiled and told me no she had it done in many places and that she had traveled very widely. I said again how lovely she was, and I turned swiftly and headed down the hall to the Ladies' room. Of course there was a line. It was intermission. Now here was the lady again standing behind me. I could not help but look at her and our eyes met. She said, "Isn't it beautiful, the music?" I said yes it is. She told me she has a nine-year-old son, who already owns a concert-going suit with a bow tie and everything. She is looking forward to taking him to his first concert. I said, "How wonderful! I've been going to concerts since I was a kid. I know he'll love it." She said yes, music was wonderful. I agreed on that and we parted company.
On my way out, I spotted her gentleman companion waiting for her in the hall. I looked up at him, and he glanced down a little frostily at me. I smiled and murmured "Have a wonderful night," and headed back up the hall and through the lobby to my seat.
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