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There are various things you can do during Handel's "Messiah". You can follow the movements and enjoy the chorus. You can admire the construction of the church, the stained glass murals, the organ and the pews. You can calculate the average age and income in the place (3 digits and 6 digits, respectively). You may wish to strangle the soprano, with her plastered beatific smile. You could zoom out by making anagrams out of all the "h-e-r-m-e-s" scarves in rows ahead. You can focus and wait for a brief phrase, a movement, anything - in minor. You may wistfully think of taking out an iPod and listening to some hip-hop; it may be a fun combination, worthy of a mid-day MTV program. There's a high chance you could fall asleep. After the performance, you could accompany the chorus into some benefactor's multimillion dollar mansion for some hors d'oeuvres and champagne. Walk through room after room decorated with oil paintings and cottage style furniture. Briefly think of sneaking into the pantry to have sex, then realize that you're there with a girlfriend and two older gay men. Have more wine, while making a mental check "So, this is how the WASPs do it". Fall asleep to an old Marc Anthony song on a freezing bus ride home.