So my brother and father are singing with the Boston Pops tonight.
Not as soloists, so it's really no big deal.
The Oregon Reparatory Singers were asked to provide the voices. I guess it happens in every town.
Mike found a way to get us into a box, so we'll have good seats and good hotdogs.
I'm not a big fan of the hotdogs, myself. But the seating is incredible. A bit distant, but so so comfortable.
I can't say that luxury fits me, though.
Or maybe it's that I don't fit it.
I can talk the talk and walk the walk, I've discovered. But in a sense, that's worse.
