Having suffered through a few early morning wake ups in a row, all I wanted to do after work today was lounge on the couch and wait for SNL. So be it. I’ve brought pillows and blankets from my bed. I have technology–laptop, phone, remote control–within arm’s reach. I have Old Dutch pretzels. I have a water bottle for the inevitable moment when I start to shrivel from the saltiness of the pretzels. Ruby is at my feet chewing the squeaker out of her stuffed skunk (that’s an odd sentence).
On TV is, of all things, A Salute to Vienna. It is “a music and dance gala concert showcasing the musical heritage of Vienna.” And I’m enjoying it immensely, even though I’ve already forgotten enough German that I can only listen dumbly.
Every so often, as they tend to do, the PBS folks break in and ask me to donate sixty dollars so that programs like this might remain on television. Their cause is a noble one, but I have to say that they should consider changing tactics. Instead of politely, humbly asking for our money, perhaps they should try threats. Like, “if you don’t call in RIGHT NOW the principal soprano will appear in your living room and blast a high C until you produce your wallet.” Or, “Remember your little three-week Keeping up with the Kardashians marathon last summer? Gee, I would hate to let slip about that to your friends and relatives…”
Beyond inspiring brilliant fundraising strategies, A Salute to Vienna is making me remember when I was in Vienna myself a few years ago. Particularly, when friends and I stood in line for hours in order to get 4 Euro parterre seats for the Magic Flute at the Vienna State Opera. Despite parterre translating to “standing room in which you may fight over velvet-topped railings to lean on. Tough luck, Holly. You should have worn more comfortable shoes.”, it was a beautiful night in a beautiful city.
Heck, maybe I’ll cough up that sixty dollars.