Same thing but deja-vu

Last night my husband and I broke new cultural ground by attending the concert for which we had tickets. 

As opposed to showing up for the dress rehearsal for a totally different production. By a totally different cultural institution.

The weird thing is that the whole evening felt like deja vu--at least until the music started. I hired the same babysitter. 

My children ate this 

frozen crap, and I drove down to have a much better dinner here

and then walked through the park

to the theater

to hear

conduct

And it was fine. 

I had a much needed and very refreshing nap while a lot of people sawed away on violins. 

In order to avoid sleeping through the second half of the concert, which featured a Mozart triple piano concerto, I drank a cup of coffee during intermission. 

This perked me up tremendously, helped me drive home safely, and then caused me to have insomnia for most of the rest of the night.

Which is why, despite all the Mozart I heard yesterday, this entry isn't any smarter than usual.