Well, thanks... I think.

Today, as with every Monday, was the orchestra rehearsal at the community college.
Normally, woodwinds and then strings separately get a five to ten minute break, where the other section gets a sort of sectional rehearsal. I have a small group of people I know I usually talk with while we're on break. Unfortunately, every single one of them was absent.
After a few minutes of rather awkward standing on my own, I spotted the second oboe talking with a group of people I've spoken with occasionally, and a couple I'd never seen before. I went over and jumped into the conversation: they didn't mind.
After a minute, one of the people I didn't recognize turned to me and said, "I love your oboe playing! It almost makes me want to cry!"
That's not the first time I've been told that, oddly enough, but it was still rather peculiar. A few minutes after that, she mentioned how she had seen me at a local production of Hamlet during a summer Shakespeare festival, on the line to the ladies' restroom, of all places. She said how she saw me and thought I looked familiar, but couldn't place it. I laughed; that sort of thing happens to me all the time. I didn't think until later that I had previously thought I had never met this girl before.
Well, ... I guess that's what having all the solos gets you: people knowing you, while you've never before met them.
Odd.