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Melinda White concert
Oct. 19th, 2003 12:13 amSo we sang our soft jazz backup, and maybe I'm just getting more inured to the music, but a couple of the pieces were almost approaching decent. I actually liked a piece that she said was inspired by cycling. There was another piece that I would have liked except for the way she introduced it — she'd been thinking about our men and women going off "to fight for freedom." Give me a break. The Dean Lesher Center in Walnut Creek is strange — there are three stages, so there was a performance of "A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Forum" going on at the same time. They had absolutely fantastic OTT costumes, and what looked like a really nice backdrop. And it turned out there was someone in it named D'arcy, playing one of the twins. Didn't meet her, but met the other "twin," which is how I found out.
After the performance, there was a private party at Scott's. Everyone else went straight there, but![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
jour_pluvieux and I needed to get money, so we went wandering around looking for a bank. When we got to Scott's, eventually, we started to go in, and some guys at the door stopped us and asked us for our invitation. Invitation? we said. We know it's a private party, but we don't have invitations. The guys were clearly drunk, but they claimed to be the bouncers, and they kept asking us whose party we were going to. Eventually it came out that this was a wedding party. No, we're looking for the pianist's party. They looked amused and said that at least we were trying, and yeah, we could come in, why not, we were cute enough and old enough. We don't want to go to your party! we cried desperately. We want to go to our party!! It turned out, in the end, that there were two entirely different parts of Scott's, and our party was in the other half. There were oysters and other seafoody appetizers, though since we were late, not much was left. And I bought a manhattan for $7.25, which is just wrong — wrong in principal, first of all, but it was small, too. Huh.
Walnut Creek makes me think of a fusion between Rodeo Drive, the posh part of Montana Blvd, and Westwood. It's so clean and clearly upscale, and at 10pm, the coffee shops were filled with 35-or-40-year-old mothers gossiping while their children slept in carriages beside them.
After the performance, there was a private party at Scott's. Everyone else went straight there, but
jour_pluvieux and I needed to get money, so we went wandering around looking for a bank. When we got to Scott's, eventually, we started to go in, and some guys at the door stopped us and asked us for our invitation. Invitation? we said. We know it's a private party, but we don't have invitations. The guys were clearly drunk, but they claimed to be the bouncers, and they kept asking us whose party we were going to. Eventually it came out that this was a wedding party. No, we're looking for the pianist's party. They looked amused and said that at least we were trying, and yeah, we could come in, why not, we were cute enough and old enough. We don't want to go to your party! we cried desperately. We want to go to our party!! It turned out, in the end, that there were two entirely different parts of Scott's, and our party was in the other half. There were oysters and other seafoody appetizers, though since we were late, not much was left. And I bought a manhattan for $7.25, which is just wrong — wrong in principal, first of all, but it was small, too. Huh.Walnut Creek makes me think of a fusion between Rodeo Drive, the posh part of Montana Blvd, and Westwood. It's so clean and clearly upscale, and at 10pm, the coffee shops were filled with 35-or-40-year-old mothers gossiping while their children slept in carriages beside them.
