Was brought in as a ringer to play first trumpet for the New York Lawyers’ Orchestra last night. The second half of the program consisted of Berlioz’s wonderful Symphony Fantastique, appropriately enough a piece about love unrequited, considering I spent most of the post-concert reception unsuccessfully trying to find my way over to a 24-year old blonde violinist while concurrently dodging the advances of a 42-year old brunette woodwind player. Who says classical music is dull?