Proud Mom moment:
DS had his first performance with the top jazz band at his school, last night. DD came with because she wanted to hit the college store to get a shirt, and she would use the performance for her concert review. They played a lot of Bob Brookmeyer with their special guest. Anyway, one of the songs they did was "The Nasty Dance". Incredibly physically demanding, especially for the tenor sax player. I wasn't sure how DD felt about this. Jazz isn't usually her thing, and that one is a little out there. All doubt was removed when the sax player took a bow, and DD was whooping for him and clapping hard. By the end of the concert, we stepped into the vestibule to meet up with her brother, and she looked at me and asked if she could go back in and buy a CD. We found her brother, who did a great job filling out the trumpet section.
But my favorite part of the evening was as we were leaving, and DD mentioned how it was cool to see the guy in charge of the band (who is DS's advisor). DS asks if she wants to meet him. And she did and got to shake his hand, and chat with him. The reason this was a big deal to quote her, "Mom, he writes the best jazz charts we get to play." So, thank you Mr. Doug Beach, my daughter will never wash her hand again.
It was an all around great evening.