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I loved the orange Romanian bass with all my heart and soul. I bought her 11 years ago, when I was young, in college, and full of hope for the future.

That bass got me through symphonies, and full orchestras, bass conferences, master class, wind ensemble, band, big band, pit orchestras, jazz trios, and too many auditions to count.

I still love it. And now, so does a young hopeful kid named Brian who is about to graduate from high school. He's going to be a jazz bass player in college, and the orange Romanian is his new baby.

Congratulations Brian!

And congrats to me.... I finally sold my extra bass!!!! My new bass (the brown beauty) is now my one and only.

My friend MK recently said that it's a little different each time you fall in love. She was talking about men, but it pertains to instruments too. I was the first owner of orange. She'll hopefully be around for hundreds of years. When I got her, I thought I'd play her for the rest of my life. We never really "own" instruments, we're just taking good care of them for the next person lucky enough to get to play them. Now I'm the first owner of the brown beauty bass. I really think that this love will last a lifetime.....

SOLD!

I told Brian to take good care of her and love her, and with wide hopeful eyes he told me, "I WILL!" and I believe him.

My ears are bleeding!

The most surreal conversation was had at dinner tonight. I have to say, hearing old people using the lingo is something to behold.

While at dinner with my parents tonight my dad was (trying to be helpful by) suggesting that with summer coming up it might be a better time to meet guys and date. He said, "People have free time, and it's the summer, it will be a great time to HOOK UP."

And I was most interested in letting the "hook up" comment slide, but my mom decided to chime in with, "That means people just want to screw."

NO!!! My mom said "screw!" My ears are bleeding.

I was so over the whole conversation that I simply dropped my head in my hands and tried to think happy thoughts. My mom took that to mean that she might be wrong, "Phaedra, isn't that what hook up means? Or did I hear it wrong somewhere?"

"Yes mom, that's what it means alright...."

My dad retracted his previous hook up statement and suggested I simply keep trying to meet a nice guy.

Indeed.