Last night I ventured to the Philadelphia Museum of Art to see Michelle Lordi perform. She is a local jazz artist and I first heard her in August 2017 when she performed at the Philadelphia Museum of Art. Unfortunately, I missed her the time she performed last year, and I wasn’t going to miss her this time!
I arrived at 5:30, after running some errands, and I found a spot on the staircase. A gentleman was sitting on the step behind me and he had a gift bag right beside him. The staircase has limited room and after a few times of bumping into the bag, I asked him if I was taking someone’s seat. He said, “No, she hasn’t shown up yet. If you want to get more comfortable, I have a blanket spread out and you’re welcome to sit here.”
I was surprised and I said, “when she gets here, I’ll move.” He frowned and said, “I’m not quite sure if she will be showing up. I texted her a few times and heard nothing.” He was a middle aged man, probably a few years younger than my dad, and I was shocked that people of a certain age still stand people up! I felt for him because he had a bag filled with pretty pink roses.
She never did show up and we enjoyed Michelle Lordi together. His name was Nick, he is also a member of the art museum, and we hope to see each other again for a Friday After 5 performance. I empathized with him about being stood up, and he simply said, “it’s okay. Thank you for enjoying the show with me. It was nice meeting you.”
Who would have thought? I enjoyed my evening too.