Thought I would go to the TG, but I got there as they were setting up and AUGH CAN'T DEAL WITH CROWDS OF PEOPLE RIGHT NOW so I went and got dinner instead.
Then I went downtown to Heinz Hall by previous commitment to see some Mozart, (thinking that it would be a fun thing to do at the time that I, you know, promised someone that I would pay my eight dollars for it) but it turns out that after all that I am pretty sure I hate Mozart. I don't really know why, because I've enjoyed a lot of random classical music. And sure, maybe the guy was a freaking genius, but it was not getting across to me, and I hate that feeling. This stuff I just couldn't squeeze any experience out of at all, though, and it made me feel wretched. It was just one thing after another. Fiddly motif, sort of resolution, but only for a brief instant before getting on to the next fiddly little thing. I heard violins and woodwinds and what is I'm sure very skilled operatic singing, but I couldn't hear any music. It was like being the only non-Chinese-speaker in a room full of people listening to Chinese poetry for an hour, and being given the option of listening to another. Augh, no, no thanks.
I don't think I would have had quite the strong urge to dash out of there if it weren't for my feeling like I can't stand being around a lot of people right now for some reason, my leg being really uncomfortable, and the woman next to me incessantly making a whistling noise breathing through her nose.
So much for my non-whining policy.