Say what you want about Chevron, but they do sponsor nice music in San Francisco. And because of this, Hannah blagged us a couple of $70 tickets to hear the SF Symphony Orchestra knock out a few classical numbers.
They played the one by Vivaldi that goes "doo-doo-dodo-doo-doo-doo-doo", followed by something that Mozart wrote when he was fifteen, and a depressing Tchaikovsky one that nonetheless had a happy waltzy bit in the middle.
Time to listen to some Elvis before bed.
Inside the aptly named Davies Symphony Hall.
Further inside (before I was told off by an usher for taking pictures).
See, they can't be all bad...
