Possibly the saddest news of the day
(I don’t want to hear ONE WORD about the kind of world I must be living in if this is the saddest news of my day.)
Yesterday Ivan told us today would be Tuba Christmas day here at work, and we greeted that news with our usual mix of enthusiasm and despair.
But then we arrived at work today to discover that Ivan had either blatantly lied to us or had been quite mistaken because the tubas, they are not here. Ken did some speedy Googling to discover the awful truth: Tuba Christmas has MOVED.
Yes, we were quite shocked and traumatized as well.
The Underground now plays host to Tuba Christmas, which means it’s now an outdoor concert. In today’s 37 degree weather (which, admittedly, is far warmer than many places, like, say, Chicago, and of course Madison, Wisconsin), I am curious as to just how many of the usual concert-goers, with their candy-cane-bedazzled sweaters and singing Christmas tree sweatshirts, are going to sit through the entire show.
We could go ourselves (the Underground is a short hop, skip, and jump away), but we’re too busy cheering the silence and bemoaning the loss of a tradition. Our poor New People, who will never get to experience to joy and horror of a hundred shiny tubas piled in the atrium while their owners stand in line for fast food, who will never be serenaded by the same hundred tubas playing “Jingle Bells” as they try to work. It is almost too sad for words.
For now, though, I have to go console Ivan, who is sitting in the corner crying because Ken ruined his Christmas.