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I don't know why the chorus handbook insists visitors are evil and prohibits them. What harm would they do? It was tacky of them to disallow Tony's mom. I suppose I only got away with it because I was comparatively little and they assumed I had nowhere else to go, and I hid in the curtains anyway, so they couldn't tell I was there most of the time.
Interesting rehearsal, though. I see now why Debbie gushed so when she heard McGegan was conducting Carmina. He's tremendously fun and British. The word of the week is now "stellar." Haha. He took the guys at a faster tempo than they're used to for In Taberna, but they're wimps if they can't handle it.
Tony used Salad's cell phone to ask his people if he could come with us to Chuy's, and, lo and behold, he could, if we took him home afterward. It was a fairly normal HSC out-after-rehearsal night, usual amount of scandalous talk and Bill arguing loudly with whoever would go. Salad did leave especially early; he had to get up at all of 9:45 in the morning. We were prevented from a too-timely departure by a fun sampling of Lisa's music in her car; she played us all her favorites off of the cds she had in her car, and then lent me an a capella madrigal cd that is tremendous, which I might have to have somebody burn a copy of for me. Anyway, we sat in her car with her till around midnight, hopped home for a pit stop, and made our uncertain way to Tony's house in jebip, nowhere. He's not so hot at navigation, but he hasn't had a lot of practice yet. They didn't seem like they were going to let him in, at first... he rang the doorbell several times, but it took them forever to get to the door. Well, it was around 1 in the morning.
The way home was populated with the best kind of mysterious mist and fog, not that just makes the air thick, but that lies across the road in ribbony waves and obscures only an irregular half of the next 30 feet of visibility. And then the freeway, with its beloved swoops as it approaches downtown... good music helps, too. That is where Draco Urbanis came from, the freeway.
And tomorrow is Rice again. Yay, I love the Credo, and want to recruit people to hear it. Didn't get much English done today, it seems, though I read Joseph Conrad's "Heart of Darkness" in the backyard... The sunburn from full-exposure reading in the sun from noon to 3:00 is not as bad as some I've had. It is still quite warm, though.
Interesting rehearsal, though. I see now why Debbie gushed so when she heard McGegan was conducting Carmina. He's tremendously fun and British. The word of the week is now "stellar." Haha. He took the guys at a faster tempo than they're used to for In Taberna, but they're wimps if they can't handle it.
Tony used Salad's cell phone to ask his people if he could come with us to Chuy's, and, lo and behold, he could, if we took him home afterward. It was a fairly normal HSC out-after-rehearsal night, usual amount of scandalous talk and Bill arguing loudly with whoever would go. Salad did leave especially early; he had to get up at all of 9:45 in the morning. We were prevented from a too-timely departure by a fun sampling of Lisa's music in her car; she played us all her favorites off of the cds she had in her car, and then lent me an a capella madrigal cd that is tremendous, which I might have to have somebody burn a copy of for me. Anyway, we sat in her car with her till around midnight, hopped home for a pit stop, and made our uncertain way to Tony's house in jebip, nowhere. He's not so hot at navigation, but he hasn't had a lot of practice yet. They didn't seem like they were going to let him in, at first... he rang the doorbell several times, but it took them forever to get to the door. Well, it was around 1 in the morning.
The way home was populated with the best kind of mysterious mist and fog, not that just makes the air thick, but that lies across the road in ribbony waves and obscures only an irregular half of the next 30 feet of visibility. And then the freeway, with its beloved swoops as it approaches downtown... good music helps, too. That is where Draco Urbanis came from, the freeway.
And tomorrow is Rice again. Yay, I love the Credo, and want to recruit people to hear it. Didn't get much English done today, it seems, though I read Joseph Conrad's "Heart of Darkness" in the backyard... The sunburn from full-exposure reading in the sun from noon to 3:00 is not as bad as some I've had. It is still quite warm, though.
