Today was my first band concert and what turns out to be almost 7 years!
I played my last band concert with the previous community band I was in in August of 2008 just before I started med school. That was 6 and ½ years ago.
This makes me feel super old.
And so does this band sometimes.
As I said before, it is a “feeder” band and is mostly made up of junior high and high school students and their parents and then people like me who used to play in band but haven’t in a while. So, the band that I often call the “good” band often calls us “the kids.” Funny enough there is an age range in our band that I am smack in the middle of (although in near the older edge of that, I think).
The concert went fantastically. The “good” band is AMAZING. I could listen to them all day and they remind me of a somewhat better version of the band I played in in university. The band I’m in played really well, and I think our sound was great even though many of our pieces are on the simpler side of things.
Patrick came and cheered me on like the awesome husband he is.
I remembered how much I missed performing in this kind of setting. I’m so glad I am doing this and plan to keep on with it even after the baby and residency inclusive if both let me.
Also, speaking of baby and band, I am finally starting to look a little pregnant and not just fat. As a result, I was stopped by an older man in the “good” band this afternoon on my way to the bathroom before the concert and he asked me if I was one of the kids in the 9am band. I told him am in the 9am band (and refrained from the kid question). And he asked again, are you one of the kids or are you older, so I told him I’m older, like way out of high school older. He told me that was good because his wife pointed out to him that I was pregnant and they were concerned if I was a kid (or something like that… I was busy being puzzled by what was happening to get the exact wording). I told him I’m happily married, have a career and am a good 10 years or more older than the “kids”.
It made me laugh pretty hard. Partly because that was a bold statement (I could just be fat and I could be a teenager) and partly because I couldn’t believe that conversation really just happened.
Patrick took me out for a quick supper on the way home, so that I can spend my evening focusing on studying (and procrastinating while writing this blog post… whoops).