On Sunday, Julie took Batsheva, Chana and I to Symphony Hall to hear Murray Perahia. WOW. That man is amazing. And he even played Mozart (not piano concerto #11, my favorite, but still incredible).
It was fun to, for the first time, be able to yell "bravo" and have it be totally appropriate!
Julie, classical musician that she is, corrected me, however, from brandishing the lighter I had saved from the 1980s and yelling "Freebird". (She brought the score from one of the pieces he played, and that was neat to see it as well as hear it [to the extent that I could follow along even the teeniest bit])
On my own, I decided that throwing my nursing bra onstage was not really appropriate :)