Night at the Symphony

Proof that we made it and that Les didn't look like a villain.

Proof that I was there. 

Last night, the girls made their debut at the Kennedy Center.  About six weeks ago, we bought tickets to see Josh Bell perform with the National Symphony Orchestra.  Cassie was thrilled because Josh actually owns a violin like the one we recently bought her.  (This is the violin that he uses for giving lessons.  How I acquired this little known fact really merits its own blog.  I will simply say that it was not part of a sales pitch.)

Now, I know my family well and I sensed what it would take to orchestrate a trip to the orchestra.  Therefore, on Monday I began proclaiming that before we went to bed on Thursday night, all outfits would be ready and set out.  I stipulated that tights, footwear and coats were to be included in the line up.

On Thursday, our life spun temporarily out of control.  I had to stay late at work.  This would have been okay except that Les forgot that he was supposed to retrieve Lacey from her after school club so that I could get Cassie across town to an orchestra rehearsal.  We eventually got everything straightened out and neither child was left behind.  (Special comment there for my teaching pals)  But, and you already guessed this, the result was that the kids forgot to get their outfits ready.

Friday afternoon began peacefully enough.  Our plan was to leave at 5:30, stop for pizza, drive to Pentagon City, and grab a cab to D.C.  The kids were enjoying a snack in front of the TV.  Les and I were sitting in the kitchen reflecting on our week.  Then, Les said, "I think we need to move our departure time up by 15 minutes."

"Okay," I called.  "Time to get ready."

The rapid response pleased me.  I decided I'd have time to put on jewelry AND makeup.  I gave the girls a few minutes and then headed upstairs.  As soon as I closed my bedroom door, Cassie began knocking and informing me that she couldn't find her dress.  Together, we tore through her closet several times.  I sent her to the basement to see if it was still hanging in the laundry room.  Meanwhile, Lacey emerged from her room wearing the gorgeous, sleeveless, brown velvet dress.  She really looked great, except that she wasn't wearing the matching velvet cape.  Apparently, the cape was nowhere to be found.  Just then, Cassie returned without the dress.  I sent Cassie to search for Lacey's cape, while I returned to Cassie's closet.

When I paused to check the time, I decided we needed Plan B.  I told Cassie to find another dress and told Lacey to look for a sweater.  I returned to my room and asked Les if he remembered me saying maybe a dozen times this week that we needed to have everything ready on Thursday.  Just then, screams erupted from down the hallway and I headed back out.  I sighed as I glanced down at my outfit.  I was wearing jeans and the blue denim shirt that has "Arlington Public Schools" embroidered on the pocket.    Once when I was wearing this same outfit I had been mistaken for an inmate.  There was absolutely no way I was going to the Kennedy Center dressed like this.

"I can't find Lacey's cape," Cassie informed me.  "She probably hid it so that she wouldn't have to wear it."  I refrained from agreeing although, sadly, this was probably true.

"Wear your fur jacket," I told Lacey.  "You can keep it on in the theater if you are cold."

Cassie hadn't found her dress so I returned to her closet.  "Ah hah!" I proclaimed as I puled a wisp of pink fabric from the depths of her closet.  "Now maybe I can get ready."

I finally made it downstairs to find Lacey pouting.  "Daddy won't let me wear my hoodie," she wailed.

We made it out of the house and a mile down the road to the pizza place.  As we waited for the pizza, I received a work-related phone call that I really had to take.  While I chatted outside, I was interrupted by Cassie.  "Daddy's mad because Lacey was kicking me under the table.  He said that he's going to take us home and you guys will go without us. Oh, and the pizza is here."

I concluded my call, forced a smile on my face and went back inside.  As we ate, I told the girls about the first concert I ever attended.  I was about five, and my Mom took us to see a Suzuki performance.  I continued describing how my Mom had sacrificed to get us tickets to ballets, chamber orchestra concerts, etc.  By the second slice, the girls were grasping the point of my rambling and had settled down.

Les was tired and asked if I would drive.  Please notice that I'm letting that go without additional comment.  As I backed out of the parking space, I noticed that I had forgotten my earrings.  We easily made it to Pentagon City, parked and headed for the Ritz Carlton to catch a taxi.  As Les strode across the parking lot ahead of us, the girls finally noticed how he was dressed.

"Daddy looks weird," said Lacey.  "I've never seen him dressed that way before."

"Yeah," said Cassie.  "He looks like a villain.  If he were carrying a briefcase he might at least pass for a spy."

"It's an overcoat!!" I said.

Lacey was so enthralled with the electronic screen/e pay device in the taxi's backseat that I actually considered a taxi ride as a future family outing.  

"Why don't you look out the window?" I asked her.  "Look at all the beautiful lights of the city.  And, look, over there!  That building that's all lit up is the Kennedy Center!"

"Where's Lincoln?" she asked.

The girls were speechless as we pulled up in front of the Kennedy Center.  They remained speechless as we walked through the great halls, admiring the sights and sounds.  They even remained speechless as we stood in line to use the restroom!

We had orchestra seats, about 10 rows from the stage.  We watched the musicians warm up and waited anxiously for the concert to start.  There were very few children in the audience.  To me, that didn't mean that the event wasn't family friendly.  It just meant that there are probably  very few families who can get it together on a Friday evening. 

I was reluctant to relax, worrying that Lacey might not sit quietly or might snore if she fell asleep.  Finally, the moment arrived.  The lights dimmed and Josh Bell was on stage, playing his Stradivarius violin.  Seeing the look on Cassie's face when he began to play put the whole evening in perspective.  I didn't even care that Lacey fell asleep.

We got home around 11: 30 p.m.  After the kids were in bed I said to Les, "You know.  We really should do this again.  We might get better with practice."