Well— holy conceptual art/music/wtf, Batwoman!!!! Perhaps there is a little too much privileged elitism in the contemporary art sphere happening here…? But, then again, I’m an artist myself. So , again… wtf? 🤬 p s. Great dialog. You can’t make this stuff up. ( did you ???)
Karen, totally real conversation. I don't think I could have come up with that if I had tried. Although, now that I've heard it, I can't get it out of my mind!
What a fascinating conversation! I'd be tempted to wrangle my way into that building and see the creation for myself. But actually, just hearing it leaves a lot more to the imagination.
I was trying to imagine a physical image of what each one of these people looked like as I read their words. (As my daughter always says to me, I am a very visual person.) It is hard not to laugh when you are seated next to people, who in their conversation, take themselves far too seriously. And I was imagining you, Mary, with tears of laughter as you suppressed outright laughing. That image made me smile! A close friend and I had the opposite happen to us when we were out to lunch, exchanging Christmas presents with one another. We were in a popular bistro in our community and the area we were seated in has tables that are very close to one another. Lori and I were seated by the window, eating our lunch, with our Christmas presents on the window sill to be exchanged and opened after our meal. A couple sat down next to us and I could hear them talking before Lori could, as she was the one out of the two of us, talking at the time. From their conversation, I could tell that this couple was in the middle of a divorce and they were there to discuss some very delicate, private matters. At one point the man leaned across the table at his soon-to-be ex-wife and in a very angry voice, said to her, "What did you do with the $250,000 that was in (I don't remember his words here) such and such account? I know you transferred it and I want to know where it is..." I discreetly looked over at him and thought to myself, "Seriously? The two of you came into a crowded restaurent to discuss such private matters? And during the holidays on top of it???" I began shfting my eyes towards the couple across our table to Lori, trying to get her attention to what I was hearing. She didn't catch on at first, so I gently nudged her ankle under our table, while shifting my eyes towards this couple seated about two feet from us. Their conversation went on and on and after they left (they didn't order an entire lunch) Lori and I sat together, asking one another, who in the world takes something like that our in public? And then it hit us. They probably did this so that a full blown scene wouldn't be made in public. But Lori and I learned far more about this couple and the reasons for their marriage than we cared to when we talked in with the intention of having a nice lunch and exchanging our Christmas presents with one another.
Yikes!! That is a scene and half! (Wonder what she did do with the $250,000??) I love this description from beginning to end. You must use it in a book! (I love your writing)
Thank you for sharing - it did make me giggle. Did you manage to find out where the performance was taking place? I feel you need to check if ‘the vision superseded the actual musical piece by enhancing the listeners expectations’ 🤣
Kate, just reading that line again, made me laugh out loud. It was to take place in that building, but I'm not sure which dates. I looked at their online calendar to see if I could get a feel for what weighty sort of performance would be enhanced by boulders. I must not see "the vision" because I could not figure it out. Nothing screamed, "Rocks and Eagles Nest" to me.
Well— holy conceptual art/music/wtf, Batwoman!!!! Perhaps there is a little too much privileged elitism in the contemporary art sphere happening here…? But, then again, I’m an artist myself. So , again… wtf? 🤬 p s. Great dialog. You can’t make this stuff up. ( did you ???)
Karen, totally real conversation. I don't think I could have come up with that if I had tried. Although, now that I've heard it, I can't get it out of my mind!
What a fascinating conversation! I'd be tempted to wrangle my way into that building and see the creation for myself. But actually, just hearing it leaves a lot more to the imagination.
Wendy, oh, I'll be back on Monday to see/listen. Now it's like a mini-Broadway show. So much fun.
I was trying to imagine a physical image of what each one of these people looked like as I read their words. (As my daughter always says to me, I am a very visual person.) It is hard not to laugh when you are seated next to people, who in their conversation, take themselves far too seriously. And I was imagining you, Mary, with tears of laughter as you suppressed outright laughing. That image made me smile! A close friend and I had the opposite happen to us when we were out to lunch, exchanging Christmas presents with one another. We were in a popular bistro in our community and the area we were seated in has tables that are very close to one another. Lori and I were seated by the window, eating our lunch, with our Christmas presents on the window sill to be exchanged and opened after our meal. A couple sat down next to us and I could hear them talking before Lori could, as she was the one out of the two of us, talking at the time. From their conversation, I could tell that this couple was in the middle of a divorce and they were there to discuss some very delicate, private matters. At one point the man leaned across the table at his soon-to-be ex-wife and in a very angry voice, said to her, "What did you do with the $250,000 that was in (I don't remember his words here) such and such account? I know you transferred it and I want to know where it is..." I discreetly looked over at him and thought to myself, "Seriously? The two of you came into a crowded restaurent to discuss such private matters? And during the holidays on top of it???" I began shfting my eyes towards the couple across our table to Lori, trying to get her attention to what I was hearing. She didn't catch on at first, so I gently nudged her ankle under our table, while shifting my eyes towards this couple seated about two feet from us. Their conversation went on and on and after they left (they didn't order an entire lunch) Lori and I sat together, asking one another, who in the world takes something like that our in public? And then it hit us. They probably did this so that a full blown scene wouldn't be made in public. But Lori and I learned far more about this couple and the reasons for their marriage than we cared to when we talked in with the intention of having a nice lunch and exchanging our Christmas presents with one another.
Yikes!! That is a scene and half! (Wonder what she did do with the $250,000??) I love this description from beginning to end. You must use it in a book! (I love your writing)
Thank you, Mary. Coming from you, that’s a very nice compliment. I just started laughing again, imagining you listening to those people!
Walked, not talked in the end. I wish there was an edit feature on here! ;-)
Thank you for sharing - it did make me giggle. Did you manage to find out where the performance was taking place? I feel you need to check if ‘the vision superseded the actual musical piece by enhancing the listeners expectations’ 🤣
Kate, just reading that line again, made me laugh out loud. It was to take place in that building, but I'm not sure which dates. I looked at their online calendar to see if I could get a feel for what weighty sort of performance would be enhanced by boulders. I must not see "the vision" because I could not figure it out. Nothing screamed, "Rocks and Eagles Nest" to me.
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