O Fortuna

So we went to the symphony last night (Gene had bought me season tix for my birthday this year, whoo him), and it was quite a production. The San Francisco Symphony,
San Francisco Symphony Chorus, Pacific Boy Choir, and the San Francisco Girls' Chorus...what could it be but Carl Orff's "Carmina Burana"?

And oh, it was good. It also reminded me of how delightfully raunchy these poems are, particularly when you realize they were written well before the oh, 16th century, let's say? I posit that kids would take a more intense interest in classical music if one used "Carmina Burana" to introduce it.

Waiting in the parking lot afterwards as other cars inched past us, we watched an interesting confrontation unfold. Seems two Mercedes and their requisite drivers were in a debate as to who was supposed to be in front of whom, and so they just decided to well, drive parallel to each other, yelling simultaneously. No one was giving an inch, and those two cars were cutting pretty dang close to each other in an effort, I guess, to get the other to be the "chicken". Finally the car on the right gave in, albeit sourly, but it really made us laugh. This is the kind of behavior I expect out of 17 year old boys, not wealthy middle aged San Francisco symphony goers. Still, it was great post-theatre entertainment, and really illustrated the first line of "Carmina Burana"..."O, Fortuna...".

Yep.