Sunday night I took the new light rail system into the city to see the holiday concert for the Seattle Men's Chorus at the beautiful downtown music venue, Benaroya Hall. This was always such a big part of my holiday season all the years I lived here. My former husband Tony was a major presence in the chorus, starting out as a singer, and then becoming part of the comedy troup and serving as a section leader and on the board and ultimately as the principle choreographer. The Chorus is an amazing arts organization -- one of the largest in Seattle -- and the largest Gay Men's chorus in the country. Their holiday concerts are the biggest draw in Seattle next to the Nutcracker. My family would come up from Salt Lake for the show each year, we'd get a group of friends too and all of us would go to dinner and walk around enjoying the holiday lights and Christmas season in downtown Seattle before the show, and then we'd go out for desert after.
So going back to see the show was very emotional for me -- surprisingly so. It was wonderful to see so many friends, both audience members and singers, many of whom didn't know I had moved to the desert, hanging out in the lobby before and after the show, reconnecting with them, taking a ton of selfies and getting and giving lots of hugs. You get to be pretty close with people when you share a 6 person sleeping compartment on an overnight train across France, rush to a show carrying loads of props and costumes, hanging around backstage between concerts in a small town theater in Pocatello, Idaho, or feeding a dozen dancers who were reheasing in your living room.
And it's cold. So cold my eyes are watery all the time. At least that's what I'll blame it on anyway -- these watery eyes. The cold.