Fuming silently. Fumefume. I had a great rehearsal, even though we had a seating chart, because the uncelled people were sitting right in front of me and among the sops, and they included Salad (they made several jokes about his conversion to sopranohood). And then I had a good time talking during the break, and Fi's coming tomorrow. And then we stood and talked to Scott (he's back! first rehearsal with him since the strike, and it's been WONDERFUL with him back, the mind-reader sighter-reader beautiful pianist nice guy). But we didn't leave immediately after they let the girls out after finishing the Beethoven, like the rest of the perty group did; no, we had to wait for the guys. I was all for it at the time, wanting to do my hw (I finished it, now all I have to do is type) and then meet them as they came out of their Men-only Schubert rehearsal, and go to the place, wherever it was. So that's what we did. But! Linda and Sally and the HSC Party Mods chose to go to the Tavern. That place doesn't accept minors after 9:00. Like I'm gonna drink! My MOM is the one trying to take me into a bar, and they won't let me in. A whole night of possible Saladism wasted. Fume.
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