"Raindrops keep falling on my head"

Not really (we wish!  It's blazing hot here!), but that is one of the songs that they played at the concert last night, if it gives you any indication of the calibre.  As Jeremy remarked, it was a bunch of old people mostly talking and then playing a few songs.

The girls and I didn't get there until after 11 (we had a choir practice, which was an amusement in itself), and Michael was sitting calmly at the bar having a "bierra grande" -- which turns out to be a 1/2 litre of beer.  The boys had already given up in disgust & gone home.

According to Michael, the playing didn't even start until quarter past 10, at which point they kicked off with "Raindrops Keep Falling on My Head." The boys were not impressed.  The leader then proceeded to introduce a member of the band who knew someone important or something (Michael's comprehension wasn't up to the task here) -- and said member proceeded to expound for 20 minutes.  Interesting - not.

By the time we got there, they were in full swing, however, and were nowhere near letting up when we left at 12:15.  I think they cut out about 12:45.  We saw tons of toddlers dancing, puppies, and couples (Ashley enjoyed the last particularly).  Meanwhile, Michael provided tons of hilarious commentary on the musicians' proficiency, making me laugh so hard that it counted as an ab workout -- proving that sometimes the worst concerts can end up being the most entertaining.

The best part?  This morning when I was having a coffee with an insurance agent, one of her colleagues was waxing lyrical about the incredibly wonderful concert she'd enjoyed last night in the piazza!

Love,

Alexandra