Jonathan and Lauren Sanchez      Spoleto parties: Joshua Bell giving former CSO concertmaster Diana Cohen a foot massage (the rake!). Harris Teeter runs for more wine. Local architect Randolph Martz, dressed to the nines as always, telling you why he’s going to Burma, “Why? Because I haven’t been in twenty years.” A pushing-fifty actor from Lady Windermere’s Fan spending the better part of three hours working a young lady fresh out of the University of Chicago. I’ve never seen anyone so interested in someone else’s Women Studies Thesis about the Post-Structuralist Subjectivity of Virginia Woolf. Not even Women’s Studies professors.

            And I’ll never forget busting out the grappa after-hours at a Music in Time party. But who ever forgets drinking grappa?

            The life of many Spoleto parties is the life of the festival itself – the Spoleto Festival Orchestra. They’re the footsoldiers of the fortnight. The last few weeks, packs of them have been bopping around town with instrument cases strapped to their backs, coming from or heading off to their many rehearsals. They stay in CofC dorms, bust their asses, wait standby to get into shows for free, and crash parties like nobody’s business. I’ve already seen a bunch of them in the bookstore and hope to see many more out at the hootenannies the next few weeks. I mean, somebody’s got to jump in the pool, or I’m out of a job.

   Anyway, as you can see, my wife and I like the nightlife. Follow us on our Spoleto party adventure, and all your wildest dreams will come true.