Being the holiday season, Best Friend and I decided to attend an evening at the philharmonia orchestra, where the playlist promised holiday songs from classic to popular. It was that, and so much more.
We dressed warmly since the weather was chilly, and that called for something hot to eat. We began our evening with a hot meal of barbecue at an establishment near the performing arts center. As Best Friend noshed on beef brisket and I on pulled pork, we noticed a trio of old houses across the field.
After eating, we drove past the houses, I grabbed the addresses, where further research revealed that they were built in 1924. Two of the houses have one bedroom and one bath, with a whopping 620 square feet of living space. The third house is a two-bedroom, one bath with 727 square feet of space. The houses need quite a bit of work to return them to their original glory, and I wished that my research had a glimpse of their interiors, but sadly, there was none.
We arrived at the performing arts center and took our places in the orchestra left center seating. The auditorium was packed; I didn’t see an empty seat, but then, I wasn’t inspecting every row. I was entertained with the visuals of the incoming patrons before the concert began.
There appeared to be a favoritism of red sweaters and vests throughout; so much so that when I spotted a woman wearing a sparkling forest green pantsuit, it was a feast for my eyes. Unfortunately, I was unable to snap a photograph of her fashion statement.
And speaking of fashion, we saw everything from ripped jeans to three-piece suits to sequined blouses to ugly sweaters over yoga pants. There were so many different fashions that it would fill a book – which might be a thing to do for me, one day.
There was a young woman who sat in front of me. Her fashion statement was interesting. Her long hair was a bright turquoise blue, save for the black roots, and she was heavily made up, right down to the tarantula-like false eyelashes. She wore a beige velour top that barely covered her tuchus, and her black suede high heeled boots came well above her knees. I could only whisper to Best Friend at this sight, “Hi, G. I. Joe. I love you long time.” To which Best Friend replied, “Five dollah.”
The music was good, as was the singing, to an extent. This philharmonia orchestra (as they call it) is a group of volunteers who do not necessarily sing and play musical instruments as their full-time employment. For example, one of the singers is a preacher who has his own congregation in an adjacent county. Best Friend nicknamed him “Country Jesus Elvis.” I will leave the idea here for you to picture him in your own imagination. I silently panicked when he started going up and down the aisles singing his tunes, and I dearly hoped that he wouldn’t get as far as our row. After all, if he was going to encourage patrons to sing, too, I don’t do that for free, and I knew that wasn’t coming. Thankfully, he never got as far as our row.
The music in the second act was jolly in its own way, but it did not follow what was printed on the playbill, for there was a bit of juggling around to add several more songs. I wondered if the singers were becoming tired, for the usually peppy songs and the more religious ones were sung almost at a dirge-like tempo.
All in all, it was a pleasant evening for the both of us, with a few visual curiosities not on stage thrown in for good measure. Though the orchestra was not what we thought it to be – we anticipated a more reverent experience that a philharmonic orchestra brings – we got sort of a cruise ship-Disney feel to the entertainment. With that in mind, the entertainment was still worthwhile. We’ll just know for the next time we are looking for philharmonic rather than Disney.
We have several more festive avenues to experience before the arrival of Three Kings Day. I will be sharing some of them with you over the next several weeks.
In the meantime, keep your holiday season festive.
Lady Susan Marie Molloy
©2022 The Oasis at Four Queen Palms
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