As a homosexual, I want people to respect my personal life, so I try not to judge. But I nevertheless was struck with rather WTF feelings last night at the symphony, seated behind three people whose dynamic my friends and I could not explain.
As violinist Wendy Sharp (Yale '82) and the Yale Symphony Orchestra began delighting us with Beethoven's Violin Concerto ion D Major, Op. 61, this dude in front of us reached his arms around both his female companions and spent the duration of the piece stroking their arms as they rested their weary heads on his shoulders. The women at times whispered into his ear, close enough that they were nearly nibbling his flesh. What the hell was going on?
I left at intermission, not because of this trio, but because I had developed a stomach ache. I'm not sure whether to blame the afternoon's all-you-can-eat lunch at Sushi Palace, or the heavy-as-a-brick prosciutto manicotti I had just eaten at Mory's. Either way, I left in a hasty fashion, unfortunately missing Tchaikovsky's Symphony No. 5 in e minor, Op. 64. I'll just, you know, listen to my copy later today.

I wonder what my grandfather would have to say about threesomes. Maybe the topic will come up in his book.
Ha! I think the threesome couple, er, trio, is fascinating. I've never actually met someone involved in such a scenario (and heaven knows, I've met some characters in my day). I wonder how this works? We'll have to discuss this at a later date. I hope your grandfather can explain it to us all so we may all be enlightened.
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