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That was the most fun I've had at rehearsal in a long time. Sopranos can finally tell the difference between a C and a C-sharp... It's gratifying. The Britten is so beautiful when it's sung with the right notes. I adore tri-tones. The plain major chords are so much more effective after continuous consonant dissonance... it's like, whoosh, and suddenly it all fits together. I can't give any of you my comp ticket, because Roger needs them, but come anyway. Support the symphony. It's dying.
The after-rehearsal was just as fun. The womens' sectional got out later than the mens', but lo, Bill waited for me, and I got to ride with him. He suggested on the way that we go see Salad's new house... Oh, my goodness. It's SO close to everything, it's SO huge, it's beautiful... he's moving in this weekend. He'd stopped by to take some pictures, and we ended up with a small tour; his master bedroom's closet is bigger than my bedroom. It's the perfect party house. ANd then, it wasn't some smoky, dingy bar we went to after rehearsal, but a newly discovered Cabo that Bill and I found while going to Chuy's by ways that weren't the freeway. I sat at the good end of the table, too, with Fi and Bill and Salad. Many great inappropriate jokes were made. And then the rest of us had to see Salad's house, too, so Bill took me back there whle everybody else found it... The tour this time was hilarious. Mama, Corita, Fi, and I wandered about with Salad, fussing and cooing over every aspect... his master bath is absolutely wonderful. We spent a lot of time in there, lounging in the jacuzzi. So he had four women in his bathtub. It was amusing. ANd they found his stove's pot/pan-supporter thingies for him, and made suggestions for placement of stuff in the kitchen, and it was just funny.
And I paid attention on the way home, so now I know where Salad will live. It's very simple. He has yet to bring me Trainspotting.
The after-rehearsal was just as fun. The womens' sectional got out later than the mens', but lo, Bill waited for me, and I got to ride with him. He suggested on the way that we go see Salad's new house... Oh, my goodness. It's SO close to everything, it's SO huge, it's beautiful... he's moving in this weekend. He'd stopped by to take some pictures, and we ended up with a small tour; his master bedroom's closet is bigger than my bedroom. It's the perfect party house. ANd then, it wasn't some smoky, dingy bar we went to after rehearsal, but a newly discovered Cabo that Bill and I found while going to Chuy's by ways that weren't the freeway. I sat at the good end of the table, too, with Fi and Bill and Salad. Many great inappropriate jokes were made. And then the rest of us had to see Salad's house, too, so Bill took me back there whle everybody else found it... The tour this time was hilarious. Mama, Corita, Fi, and I wandered about with Salad, fussing and cooing over every aspect... his master bath is absolutely wonderful. We spent a lot of time in there, lounging in the jacuzzi. So he had four women in his bathtub. It was amusing. ANd they found his stove's pot/pan-supporter thingies for him, and made suggestions for placement of stuff in the kitchen, and it was just funny.
And I paid attention on the way home, so now I know where Salad will live. It's very simple. He has yet to bring me Trainspotting.
