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Does this mean that in December I beat the Einalem?
The physics test wasn't as scary as I was imagining. Though the progress report was; I had no idea I was missing two assignments. I suppose not turning half of the work would have about a 50ish effect on one's grade, but now there are two more fairly good grades recorded, and a test just taken about which I am moderately confident. Yes. I'd prefer never to actually have an F on a report card, if I can avoid it.
Kaddish rehearsal was much better tonight. Still a little strained, but I think it'll be fine. The narrator and the soprano were there tonight, too. Sop's good, narrator's part is the old edition, which doesn't fit in the amount of music we have, so they have to figure that out. Foster is amusing, though nowhere near the level of McGegan, and he's impaired at the moment, having just had a rotator cuff replaced, so he's not terribly clear. However, he's not bad. I think he must have been taken a little aback by the sorry state of the chorus at the first piano rehearsal yesterday. We've fixed a bunch. As Beth Weidler said, going home from a rehearsal with fear in one's heart, whether one rehearses at home or no, seems to improve the next rehearsal.
After rehearsal let out freakishly early (not even 9, maybe a quarter till), Tony called his people on Corita's cell and got permission to be picked up two blocks away from Jones Hall instead of at it.... so he got to go out for his birthday! Yaay! We went to Slainte, which was full of smoke, and we were fairly isolated, so we went to go find Bill and Chris, who had been detained at the Lancaster by some girl. We re-recruited them, and I wheedled Bill into letting Tony ride behind him on the cycle to Slainte for his birthday. I had a comfortable walk back with Chris, who defended Ian to me (oddly enough, right after I'd heardout of the corner of my ear what seemed a fairly malicious campaign against Chris from Ian).
They started the traditional HSC over-the-top birthday song for Tony as we walked back in, and it was quite as good as the best I've heard (though there were not as many people as some, so it wasn't as full).Once we were back, people had food, and the kitchen made a mistake, so there was an extra pizza. Happy birthday, Tony. Corita didn't have to pay for it anyway.
Lovely though smoke-filled little interlude till Tony's brother came and got him (right from the clutches of the rehab evangelist on the streetcorner, actually, so fast he forgot to give Corita's phone back). Mama and I stayed awhile longer and talked to Susan, who came later. We were having fun and joking about corruption (she's a political science teacher at U of H), though I got a little sidewaysed when Salad brought up the shoe issue and she was polite but unapologetically solid on the shoe issue; apparently Charles cares. He said something surprised at my first audition, though not with any implication he minded, but he's the most wishy-washy nonconfrontational choir director I've ever met, so I guess he wouldn't say anything, just leave it to be a rule I keep breaking under the impression it's not. Gleh.
I had a small mock-tango as the crowd drifted toward the door... I don't dance, but I could learn if I tried. Salad is actually fairly coordinated, sober. Hmm. Well, it was fun. Now I smell like smoke, though. Gag. I'm off to shower.
