The Pumpkin Poodle

Pumpkins

As I stepped out of the lift onto the marble-floored lobby of the Philadelphia Radisson, a blonde lady walked past me with a white poodle on a lead, dressed as a pumpkin. I mean the dog, not the lady. Her poodle was dressed in a Halloween pumpkin coat, and hat. Yes, hat. I can only apologise that I don’t have a photo for you.

I was on my way out to get a coffee - thinking it might help the jet lag - and I had to go a whole 5 paces from the hotel to find one. Thinking about the pumpkin poodle as I waited for my modest 12oz drink, I noticed that a board was advertising a special $2 ‘I Voted’ beer on 2nd November. When I asked the bar tender about it, he replied ‘Cool huh?’, to which I readily agreed. Whether he thought it was cool to have discounted beer, or that he was proud to be doing his patriotic duty by encouraging people to the Mid Term polls, I couldn’t say.

What stares up at you from the face of every passing poodle, is the fact that no such incentives are needed to make people go all out for Halloween. On the drive through Atlanta this morning, we passed home after home decked out for the big day tomorrow. Handsome houses spaced within the Georgia Pines displayed more pumpkins than I have ever seen. One lawn was carpeted with them, while another was full of fake gravestones with white ghosts and giant cobwebs hanging from the trees.

What I am wondering is, if the Poodle is part of the Halloween festivities, will it also get a vote on Tuesday in the political future of it’s nation?

Eric and Pumpkin latte sign

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Cellist Eric with a pumpkin latte

 

Ps. I know you will be wondering when I am going to get round to talking about our concerts. We are doing some - I promise. Having performed in New Hampshire the day before, we woke up yesterday in Boston, took a three hour flight to Atlanta, had a whole hour and a half in our hotel before heading out to rehearse and perform another lovely concert at Emory University. Well done us.

 

Alec Frank Gemmill at Boston Airport        Sijie, Christian and Cello on Delta flight
Principal Horn Alec Frank-Gemmill enjoys a brief rest at Boston Airport.   The happy threesome - Sijie, Christian and cello aboard the Delta flight.

 

 

Comments

Anonymous said...

Rosie,

Never mind the Radisson and Halloween.

The question is how did you like the Etruscan marble halls of the Racquet club, and the equally marble halls of the Kimmel centre, with the Perelman concert hall inside it, balance on its spring loaded shock absorbers inside its sound proof shell. What is it like to play in? Did you press the buttons to move the sound baffles around for the SCO performance, just for the fun and experience of doing so, at least?

Beast major

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