Santa, Part Two

Last night's concert was more upbeat, from my seat on the third row behind the orchestra. Only two chorus members showed up after 7:00, so Bruce didn't need to harangue us. And there were no wardrobe malfeasances. My favorite tenor, Brad, wore hoop earrings (in both ears, thank you very much) with small gold Christmas trees hanging from each hoop. And a large brooch on his lapel featuring a champagne glass with pearl bubbles overflowing the glass. He had enough bling for all the women.

Frank came over for a drink after the concert. Just when I think I have everything figured out, I realize I don't have one single thing in the universe assessed correctly. Ho ho hum.