It's quarter to seven and I'm killing time while the quartet on stage finishes rehearsal before the show tonight. I am well into my second shift of the day and I'm curious if it will keep up with the word of the day "Awkward".
This morning we had a education program at Wayzata Community Church. The concert was an over the top, ridiculous portrayal of Orchestra music through the ages. Geared towards kids 4-10. The education program is the only situation where I go off-site with the orchestra. I am guaranteed to see at least one of our musicians make a fool of themselves for the laughter of the kids.
Though I love the casual nature of these shows, one encounter today was just a little too lax. Hence... awkward.
It's a little past eight in the morning and I am sitting on a pew waiting. A strange sentence to write... I rarely find myself seated on pews, but if there is any time to find oneself there I suppose it would be at eight in the morning. To my right there is perhaps sixteen inches of space to the armrest. My left has a stretching ten feet. One of our violist, a flirty Hungarian man, comes to say his hello's per usual. His friendly nature leads him to sit down next to me. Not in the gaping space to my left, but snugly, uncomfortably on my right. I could have been Santa Clause. A grown man in a tiny space pressed against me with our knees practically overlapping. Our faces were maybe eight inches from each others. My bubble is much larger than eight inches. Trying to make conversation when I am that close to someones face is just unpleasant. Then I wonder... what his topic of conversation was going to be in this intimate, awkward encounter.
He proceeds to tell me about the drugs he took last night. How him and the visiting banjo guy got messed up with some potent shit. I can only assume marijuana, but I didn't want to encourage the conversation and ask. Is this really a conversation I am having with one of our musicians? I am curious as to why he thought he'd share this with me. Two thoughts come to mind. Either... he sees that I'm a young adult and assumes I get fucked up on a regular basis. He is missing one key ingredient in that assumption and that is the total, complete Nerd that I am. Yes, with a capital N. The other reasoning I could justify would be that he wanted to look cool in front of this young adult. To which I say.... really? Sad.
The second awkward encounter with a strange man came as we were loading out of the church. Hauling away all of the gear that I brought into my sweet, sweet mini-van. One of the building engineers, whom I can't read and don't know how to respond to, pulls me aside and quietly asks if I am in the Union (stagehand union). I reply with an honest no and he responds with a saddened response of "You can't move that equipment. Only our guys can touch anything. We're talking fines". I would never have guessed that a church be union and I doubted the truth in his voice...but in a work situation is it worse to call his bluff and be wrong about a serious offense, or play along apologize and feel stupid afterwards when he tells you he was kidding. With my cheeks flushed red, I chose the later. He was kidding... but coming from a creepy, weird man I didn't know how to respond. So I walked out of a great concert feeling stupid and gullible.
Let's see how the rest of my night goes...
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