I really wish I liked classical music.

But I don't. Not really, anyway. I can appreciate the complexity of the music and the talent of the musician, not to mention the genius of the composer, but I've discovered that appreciation turns into boredom after about ten minutes. So much for that marker of maturity, sophistication, and culture.

Andrew and Lauren received these tickets from his boss and the seats were awesome - way better than we could have done on our own. The tradition is to bring a picnic basket of goodies to eat before the show begins, so Ben and I came prepared, with a beach cooler of wine, fruit, and oreo cookies. As an usher showed us to our box, I realized we were in a bit over our heads with this crowd - most of them had fancy picnic baskets, place settings, cloth napkins and tablecloths, and catered food. We kind of stood out, you could say.

Then the music started and we stood out even more. There is a breed of people that take classical music very seriously. It was so quiet in the audience that I had to strategically plan when to eat a chip! So, as you can imagine, talking was out of the question. Lauren wanted to know the details of how my proposal went and we generally just needed to catch up, so pretty soon we just pulled out our phones and started texting. And it seemed like the more wine I had, the funnier Lauren and everything else became, so I got the giggles. A lot. Which might explain why you thing the following isn't funny at all, but just humor me.

Lauren: I can't wait for this piece that doesn't have an end.

Robin: What the heck is a movement?

L: I don't know what a movement is. I feel like I have agenesis of the corpus collosum because I don't get any of these jokes...did you just hear that guy two rows back burp?

R: No...I'm too busy trying to figure out how I'm going to transcribe this for a blog.

L: Oh yes. I think you and I are pretty hilarious tonight if I do say so myself.

R: It might be the wine. Maybe. Or...we're bored out of our ever loving mind.

L: Mmm..the music got dark there for a second. Do you think that was the part where the guy said the composer wanted to kill his lover?

R: Some one's paying attn! I didn't even notice.

L: I think Andrew is more mature than me...or is he more drunk?

R: Your husband just closed his eyes and bobbed his head. He's like a girl at an Nsync concert.

*Julia*: Who is my husband? [Julia and I were also texting, as she was reporting on SYTYCD results show]

R: Crap! Lauren and I are so bored that we're texting...sent the text to the wrong person.

L: The stage looks like a spaceship...it also looks like inside the human body...ribs.

R: The guy behind you has binoculars. I bet we're really annoying everyone around us.

L: Wow. Really? Binoculars?! I almost feel guilty for my irreverence.

R: Almost. Why do they keep showing close ups of the tuba players?! You can't even see their heads, for cryin out loud.

So, there you have it - culture wasting at its finest. Here are some more pictures for you to enjoy.

Andrew, trying to open some food very, very quietly.

Ben, after Andrew spilled some wine when a leg of his chair finally fell off the step leading up to our box.

The mature one who truly appreciated the music.

Passing the Proposal Celebration Kiss. And a picture proving that I'm on a one-woman mission to bring back the banana clip!