Last month after a very great mid-week concert, I started talking with this (elderly) (white) (male) patron after talking w/the one usher I know, and then after we had talked a while, 2 (elderly) (white) women ran up to him screaming like a fan club, saying, "George!", because they hadn't seen him in a while.
We all stood around and chit-chatted, and then the guest conductor exited the outdoor auditorium area by us just as we were saying how great she was, so all of us thanked her and a few of them struck up a conversation with her for a while, saying things like, "It was wonderful!".
Then, after the conductor and her mini-entourage left, we talked some more, and I got to talking w/one of the (elderly) (white) women.
She was telling me that she's been part of a Lithuanian opera company in the city for just years since she grew up here with Lithuanian parents, and that she and her friends picnic for most every concert.
"A few summers ago we started sometimes singing Lithuanian opera songs after the concert," she was like. "And believe it or not, people started asking us to come serenade them!".
She then told me how a lot of times after the concert they go around the lawn, singing to particular people for birthdays and anniversaries and whatnot.
Given her state, I suspect that they're buzzed on white wine when they go do that.
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