A Christmas Memory

This probably isn't blog worthy, but the boys are still napping and I am listening to Christian talk radio - my favorite thing.  They are playing an excerpt from Handel's Messiah.  It brings back a memory.  I was about 13 and we lived in NC.  My mom and dad got us tickets to Handel's Messiah at Duke Chapel.  Not the most exciting thing for a 13 year old, but I had not choice.  Not sure what to expect, I sat there through the whole thing and I think it was pretty long.  The thing I remember from it?  One of the male soloists fell asleep and the other soloist had to wake him up when it was his turn to sing.  I couldn't believe it.  Also, the orchestra conductor's tux jacket was ripped at the shoulder seem in the back by the end of the performance - a huge whole.  Funny the things we remember...