Disappointing?

I think the orchestra moms must have e.s.p. or something. I decided to mix things up a bit and dress in *normal* clothes for Friday's rehearsal. Nothing crazy or anything, but I was actually clean and not in sweats.

Well, the other moms were too! Damn. I was hoping to foil them. It wasn't a super social evening. Purse wacking mom left after she dropped her son off. Later on, I found she did in fact go grocery shopping, and didn't even invite me. The nerve of some people.

Dr. Mom found a new group of moms to talk to, which was fine by me. After having cleaned my house on Friday, I wasn't sure if I wanted to hear about the trials of having to find a new housekeeper.

So I had this great book with me, and got all settled in to get sucked back into it, when all of a sudden in breezes the Head Maestro. This guy is hilarious. Not intentionally mind you, it is just his aura, attitude, and fake rich guy accent. He is the head of the whole organization, so is not there on Alissa's rehearsal dates. Anyhow, I try to read, only to find out that there is a parent's meeting during rehearsal. Crap.

Went to parent's meeting, got to listen to Head Maestro spew a bunch of stuff about blah blah blah blah blah blah blah, your kids are so lucky, we love them so much, blah blah blah blah blah blah blah, don't forget about helping with the fundraiser, blah blah blah. Then he brings in Maestro. The yelling old guy maestro, who yelled at us last week.

Well, apparently, some of the disgruntled moms have been talking amongst themselves about their kids seat positions, politics, etc. Maestro was not happy. He actually stood up there (in a very girly colored peach dress shirt, I might add), pointed at us, and said, "if any of you have something to say, you say it to ME. ME. Understood? He was pissed. So, the ass kissing political pushy moms dumbly shake their heads yes. I just stared at him. I was so amused at this point, and also consumed with my blog post, I just didn't shake my head. Besides, I have no beef with the guy. I don't care what our status is in this group. I just want Alissa to enjoy herself. So, he looks at me, and some other non nodding moms, and asks us if we heard him. After receiving very little affirmation, he declares himself finished, and that he must get back to directing. Sashays off.

Cool. The meeting must be done, right? No. Then another person gets introduced. Another Dr. Mom, who seems nice enough, but I think has drank a little too much of the orchestra kool-aid. She had this calm, fixed smile on her face, as if she had vaseline on her teeth like a pageant contestant. But, she seemed very nice. Until she started in on the fund raising. Clearly, this is going to be a theme for the year. So, I politely listen, all while thinking about the economic crisis that seems to be looming over our country. Forgive me, but I hadn't considered the financial health of an orchestra who has a big endowment during these tough times. Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah.

Are we done yet? No! Joe Isuzu gets up to say a few words. Not sure what he wanted. He seemed nice enough, I think he is just the maestro's lackey boy, and I think he genuinely cares about these kids and the organization.

Did I get to read my book? No, I did not. Was it worth it? Sure. I got a blog post out of it.

Funniest part of the evening - big headshot maestro guy rips into the snacks and water that was for the kids. He sat on the table while drinking his water (the kids water) and I couldn't help but notice that his feet didn't even touch the ground. He kind of swung his legs back and forth. Cute, very cute. Kinda like Alice in Wonderland.

I know, I'm horrible. But it is just all too funny. Happy Monday.