One blissful evening in Malaysia, that is all we had. In less than 24 hours we had to create a memorable experience as we hopped through this part of Asia to another. We arrived downtown Kuala Lumpur around 4pm. We had been planning on going to the Philharmonic Symphony in the tallest building in the world: The Petronas Towers for months. Tickets were outrageously cheap and for one night we wanted to feel civilized after a year of wearing the same outfits, rarely showering and getting dirt under our nails. Problem #1: there was a strict dress code at the symphony. I mean why not, it just makes sense. Problem #2: all we own are old, worn “missionary” clothes. We prayed to the Lord asking him to turn a blind eye to our dress (although we were wearing the nicest things we own!) Truly, we told the Lord that we don’t have the money to go out and get new pretty clothes so we needed some help!
We arrived at the symphony excited and a tad nervous about getting in. Jon bought new pants he hated. Eric and I needed to purchase new shoes since all we own are sneakers and flip flops. And we took a deep breath in and got our tickets. Just as soon as we were about to enter, a man in a black suit came up to us. He carried a walkie talkie and had glasses on. He proceeded to tell us (by us, I mean the guys. I looked good…apparently) that they didn’t have correct attire on. He told us down by bag check they could pick up suit jackets and shoes to wear for the performance. Jon asked if it would cost us anything and he told us it was free! Phew! Thank you, Lord!
So we went downstairs where Eric and Jon were given suit jackets and shoes. It was all rather comical as the suit jackets under a certain light looked purple, Eric had to change shoes with no socks underneath, and Jons “new” dress shoes actually had a big hole in the bottom. Oh well, outward appearance apparently DOES matter. Wow.
The night was lovely, the music seeped deep in my soul and we spent time afterwards laughing about the whole night as we gazed up at the lovely towers. For anyone who actually wants to know the truth, the towers don’t look that tall. I feel like the Sears Tower in Chicago looks taller. But I’m no building height expert either.
Almost Merry Christmas from the East..
J,E&S
