You know those grand concert halls (for opera, symphonies, ballet, etc.)? You know those elevated box seats along the walls where, traditionally, the upper crust of society would sit looking down upon the commoners on the floor of the auditorium? Well, I scored me a couple prime box seats for an evening performance this Saturday by the Symphony.

Time to put on some fancy duds, shine my shoes, hook the arm of a classy lady through mine, and hobnob with the snooty set.