27 May, 2007 – Having had a relatively early night (considering we got to bed at 06:00 after Flogging With Irving), kvetch and I drug ourselves out of bed and took Irving the rubber chicken to the Irish National Gallery for an afternoon performance of the Irish Baroque Orchestra.
I really wanted to go to this concert. Early music is a favourite of mine and quite a time had elapsed since I’d been to my last concert. It’s one of the things about me I want to share with kvetch. I knew he’d enjoy it because although his exposure to music is mostly limited to the popular genres, he does have excellent musical taste and appreciation of the better examples of those genres.
Also, I knew that in contrast with our debauched night dripping with leather floggyness, a tranquil, cultivated, civilised experience the next day would be just the thing.
I’d spotted the leaflet advertising the concert at Yamamori a few weeks before.
Now, normally I avoid classical concerts in Ireland unless I am familiar with the artists, because the standard of performance is too often low enough to seriously interfere with my enjoyment of the music. But having spotted that Monica Huggett was a big part of this, and hers being a name I knew, admired, and respected, I felt confident that this experience was going to be a goodie. :)
So, a few days before the BDSM night (after giving up on trying to book the tickets on their website), I booked the tickets over the phone.
For some reason their card doohicky wouldn’t accept my payment on their website or over the phone, but they booked the tickets for me anyhow, and said I could pay on the day. This was just absolutely perfect, couldn’t be better. This way, if the next day found kvetch and me too tired to move, then we could give the concert a miss and not be out of pocket. But I did super extra bonus want to get to this concert if at all possible.