Bowling Cancelled

Last night we decided not to go bowling in celebration of our anniversary, but attended a community choir concert in which several of our friends sing. It was an evening of romantic music, which seemed oddly appropriate to an anniversary somehow. By romantic music, I do not mean 19th century pieces, but mostly music from the 40's and 50's (Cole Porter and a little George Gershwin). It's true most of the audience were older than us, but I think the only modern music was a medley from Phantom of the Opera.

The more I listen to Phantom of the Opera the more kitsch it sounds to me. I wonder if Andrew Lloyd Weber has the same experience I do when I hear people singing a song I've written; I sit there and shudder at how simplistically hideous it sounds.

So Julie and I started year 36 this morning with a kiss and a prayer for continued blessings. Real romance, that.