Friday night was a date night…which means that both diplo-husband and I were out at the same time…together…which means that DB was not with us. And not with my mother…or my mother in law. Yep, we finally had to hire a baby-sitter.
Hiring a baby-sitter for your own infant is definitely one of those things that you see differently pre- and post-child. When you’re childless, it seems perfectly normal to hand over your offspring, along with fifty bucks and hope for the best when you get back home. When you have a child, let’s just say you’re a bit more picky all of the sudden. Diplo-husband finally had to shove me out of the door after the 48th time I explained that extra bottles were in the fridge – and reminded me that I found this baby sitter perfectly reliable and capable when I referred her to all sorts of friends in Vienna. Still – I just thought it was important for her to know where the extra milk is.
But it’s a good thing we did get out of the door. We had tickets at the Musikverein to see the LA Philharmonic – and you know what that means…that is correct, Gustavo Dudamel in action. Very excited to finally catch him as I missed out on tickets the last time he was in Vienna, and as a special treat we even sat in some hot seats on the main floor.
It was a performance of Mahler’s 9th, which means that it was full of Mahler-ite junkies, bringing their own scores and conducting right along. In fact, seemingly the only person without a score was Dudamel himself, corkscrew curls a-bobbing while he conducted entirely from memory. And this guy turned 30 this year. Which made me seriously re-evaluate my life goals – or absence thereof – during the third movement. And to top it off, he is extremely gracious. Seven curtain calls and a standing ovation for four of them – not easy to come by here in Vienna. For each one, it struck me that he always stood with his orchestra, and not in front of it – very diplomatic.
Afterwards, diplo-husband headed for a late night bite and night-cap at the Maria Therese bar at the Hotel Imperial, one of the grands that we’ve been meaning to check out. Like any grand hotel you pay for the priviledge, but like any true grand, the experience is worth it. Champagne cocktails were of course in order.
And diplo-baby was just fine and fast asleep when we returned home…perhaps I can be convinced to do this again.