We just get lawn tickets, but what a treat it is. Beautiful cool summer evenings on the most immaculate turf I've ever seen, at a historic bucolic property with an amazing Berkshire Hills view, surrounded by waspy folks with all their fancy picnic gear (pretty entertaining people watching!). Then after sating ourselves with friends and family, everyone settles in under blankets, watches the dark take over and often times, the moon rise, as we bask in the ethereal sounds of the most exquisite classical music one can find anywhere. I'm not even the hugest fan of high brow stuff, but this scenario will convert even the most stubborn among us. It's just a lovely experience all around--IF it's not raining, which can spoil it all.