I'm not allowed to sleep with a dead guy

Yesterday we had a rehearsal for Ravel's L'Enfant et les Sortilèges and Maestro Lorin Maazel was there to conduct us. He asked where the soloists were, so I raised my hand, along with the other three soloists. Because I was on the opposite side of the room as the other three, it took him a second to find me in the crowd. When he did, however, he looked at me and said, "What's your cell phone number?"

I think one of the greatest conductors in the world just hit on me. I'm pretty sure I turned beet red.

When I told Ray about it later, I think he may have been a little jealous until I told him that Lorin Maazel is 76. Then he said with a smile, "You're not allowed to sleep with a dead guy." Now I ask you, at what age is a guy considered "dead?" Charlie Chaplin had kids when he was 73. Is that the cut-off?

Quickie for Those Who Want a Good Laugh

Ray introduced me to this blog, and I'll never forgive him, because this guy is really good, and I'm actually spending valuable time reading his stuff instead of getting work done. Chez, the blogger in question, loves Firefly AND Battlestar Galactica, so he already got my attention. But besides all that, he's actually really insightful and frightfully funny. Anyway, if you're in the mood for some political joking around, read his post about Bush in the year 2014.

Weddings and stuff

The only problem with waiting so long to write posts is that there's entirely too much to say. In the immortal words of Inigo Montoya, "Let me 'splain...no, there is too much. Let me sum up. "

The wedding in California was wonderful. There were so many factors that could have made it a disaster, but it ended up being a super-duper success. Of course, the bride called me while she was on her honeymoon and left a voicemail saying, "We're in Oahu. Do you want us to do any cake tasting for you while we're here?" which shows you exactly what kind of silly friends I have. I called her back and told her to go enjoy herself with her husband, for goodness sake, and not call me again while she was in Hawaii unless she wasn't having a good time.

The following weekend, I attended another wedding, this time in Philadelphia, so no there was no need to board a plane or go through security, which is always nice. (I had forgotten the new "no liquids" policy coming home from SF, and the security guards confiscated a perfectly good unopened bottle of V8. Oh, the humanity!) The Philadelphia wedding was fun, but both the bride and the groom pride themselves on being rednecks, so there was a lot of country music played at the reception.

Since that's really my only complaint, I'd say that wedding was a success as well. This gives me hope, since Ray and I have passed the 6-month mark, and more things are piling up on the to-do lists I keep getting from The Knot and The Wedding Channel.

Unfortunately, however, I can't do anything on the list this month. I'm swamped with rehearsals for all kinds of concerts, including Ravel's L'Enfant et les Sortilèges with the New York Philharmonic, where I have an itty-bitty solo! Very excited about that, let me tell you. We had our first rehearsal, and I'm so happy the season has started on such a nice note!

Back with tons of stories

You know, before I went off on vacation nobody was really blogging at all, so I didn't feel left out for not writing too much. But now that I'm back, I have discovered that all my favorite bloggers have been busily writing while I've been away. So here I am, trying to play catch-up, and not doing very well, since I'm looking at the clock and realizing that I have to leave to get to work.

So to tide you over until I get to the stories later on this afternoon/evening: the roof is done, and not a minute too soon, since Hurricane Ernesto (although it was a tropical storm by the time it got to us) came barreling through two days after my roof was finished. I went to a friend's wedding in California last week, and when I came back, Ray whisked me off to Ocean City, Maryland for a couple of days. I went to work yesterday, but I really didn't want to. And today I still don't want to go to work, especially since it's rainy and sort of a bleah day.

Oh well. Gotta pay the bills somehow. I'll expand on my summaries in a bit.