Wednesday, April 22, 2009

Wifely Duties...

No, this post is not about THOSE wifely duties...it's about another. It's the wifely duties of a wife whose husband is still in school, taking random classes, including Music Appreciation. I'm sure all you college grads remember that one - the elective that is either really hard or really easy and includes listening to a heck of a lot of classical music. I took it, back in my C of C days...freshman year, spring semester. I remember that the professor was strange and had a really effeminate voice and there was a really cute girl who was an upperclassman that had the coolest Ralph Lauren sunglasses I'd ever seen. Hence my ongoing obsession with RL sunglasses. Seriously.

Anyway, apart from that, I don't remember a lot more. Oh wait. It was spring in Charleston and I would spend a lot of the class gazing out the window and wishing myself away to Sullivan's Island with a daquiri and RL shades. Amazingly, I got an A.

Chad is currently taking Music Appreciation and is, in true Chad fashion, actually interested in it and GOOD at the class - like using the music terminology and all. I already mentioned he got emotional over Paul Potts and thinks opera is something we should attend sometimes. I thinketh not. As part of the class, though, he has to attend a couple of "musical" events. I skipped out on the first one - it was something about "music as colors" - yeah whatever - but last night decided to go with him. I just didn't want him to have to face a musical event alone. And I also didn't want to go to Jazzercise.

So he tells me that it's a choral production. Okay cool. I can deal with that. Then he tells me that it's a choral production that sings music from the past 400 years to the present. Super. One of those. Look, I graduated from a small liberal arts school (I transferred from C of C for those that are confused - and no, it wasn't because I liked to go to Sullivan's and sip daquiris) and I have been to my fair share of choral productions. They are long, tedious, and you can pretty much guarantee that you won't be familiar with anything they're singing. And there's also a chance that you won't recognize the language that they're singing in either, because they like to sing in Latin. Show offs.

Anyway, we sit down and they choral group comes out and it begins. I have no familiarity with the songs they're singing and for a girl who likes to belt out a tune, it was disappointing. Luckily, they were singing in English. Always appreciated. The choral group was good, but at Intermission I gave Chad a look that said - "I love you. You are my life. But can we please leave?" And he obliged. Rude that we left in the middle? Most definitely. My own personal sanity? Priceless.

We ended the night eating at Miami Grill. I had a milk shake. After watching 40 grown ups sing in perfect harmony, I felt that I deserved it.

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