Tuesday, January 13, 1998

I got a call from Maureen today on the machine. Apparently instead of doing rehearsal tonight, they all want to go over to Symphony Center to hear Yo-Yo Ma, the cellist. For some strange reason there are still tickets available and everybody but Jeanne will of course manage to get a student discount.

It's probably worth going. In any case, it's at 8:00, so I have to get in gear and get out the door. Since I have the station wagon, I'm also picking everyone up.