Not very fun

 A couple of friends from the library coffee chat group asked me if I'd like to join them in signing up for a season pass for matinee performances of the Louisville Orchestra.

It seemed like something fun and different so I told them yes, I would join them.

At the first performance, I got the feeling I had made a mistake. It started with the car ride. One of the other ladies drove and although she seemed to be a good and confident driver, it made me nervous and anxious.

Plus, I was in the back seat and it was an effort to join in their conversation because of my lousy hearing and the hum of the engine.

When we got there, I was shocked to learn it cost $15 to park!  My other friend paid it that time and we established we two would alternate paying parking.

So, the next time it was my turn to pay. The garage attendants could not accept a $100 bill.

Really?  I handed over my credit card...and that bugged me for safety reasons.

This second performance was more fun that the first. The orchestra performed as an old silent movie, Nosferatu, played...special for Halloween.

So besides the parking cost, it ruffles my feathers that even though everyone must pass through metal detectors...they ask random ladies to open up their purses so they can look inside.  I felt like storming out of there after that!

We had good seats. Mid-way up and in the center. The musicians are talented and it is pleasant to see the variety of gleaming instruments.

But, I was basically just enduring rather than enjoying. "When can we leave?, lol".

I figured someone would suggest stopping for lunch afterward, but nope. Then I remembered that one of the friends has gluten intolerance issues and rarely eats at restaurants.

I have to say this bit of culture is wasted on me.

Maybe my bad hearing affects how music sounds to me? Maybe I'm not hearing the full range of things, making it less pleasing.

There are 3 more performances in this series. I am trying to think of ways to explain my way out of them.  The truth is always best.