But I digress. The symphony. An... interesting experience. I want to like it. I should like it. I am an intelligent, cultured girl who travels the world, gosh darn it. Sigh. But it turns out I don't really like the symphony. Culture fail.
Dave and I went with two good friends of mine, Stacy and Andrew, who are SF Symphony regulars, Andrew having grown up going to the symphony every year as a child. My antipathy towards the symphony is through no fault of theirs, who were delightful evening companions and made the night as entertaining as possible for us symph newbies. My problem, I think, is that I am really a visual person. I don't enjoy or digest anything unless I'm also seeing something - if you want to teach me something, it really has to be written down. And while I speak some decent French and Spanish and I can understand both quite well when written, I can't understand a lick when someone is speaking to me in a different language. And the symphony is about 99% auditory and 1% visual, and I don't think that's quite enough for me.
I am getting ahead of myself a bit. The night started off great. Stacy, Andrew, Dave, and I went to dinner first at A.Q., not far from the symphony hall. Dinner was good, and we all went through enough wine that it was clear it would be difficult to be really mature during the performances. Davis Symphony Hall is a visually stunning venue (I guess it would have to be, for people like me), enormous, and surrounded almost entirely by brightly lit glass windows overlooking Van Ness Avenue and the Civic Center. I have been before a handful of times for stand up comedy shows (one type of auditory experience I do enjoy) but this was my first time here for the real deal.
Now, I mentioned that we had had enough wine to make it difficult to be mature. All four of us are around the age of 30, give or take a year, which I think solidly places us in the adult age bracket. But given the average age of the patrons attending the symphony, we were practically children. Which is good, because that was pretty much how we behaved (minus Andrew, who was probably starting to regret inviting us). When we found our seats, the audience was so buttoned up and hushed (this was 10 minutes before the performance even started, mind you) that we joked about playing the "penis" game - you know, the game where one person whispers the word "penis" and each person says it louder and louder until inevitably the last player (and winner) of the game yells "penis" so loudly that it embarrasses him or herself and the other members of the game. Thankfully we had not had enough wine to actually play it, but Stacy cleverly suggested that instead we play the game using the word "pianist" (ba dum ching!) Don't worry, we didn't do that either, but it just goes to show you our level of maturity at the time.
But I am glad I went. I will probably not return for some time, but how would I know unless I tried it? Plus I did feel real fancy dressing up and attending the symphony. And we got to spend some time with Stacy and Andrew, whom we do not see often enough. So all in all, it was a night to place in the "win" category. And best of all, one more thing to cross of the list! Success.