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Yesterday, um. Ee. Reggie's driving test, haha. He is free now, for six months. My freeway lesson, Aah. I guess it's not too terrible, but then I'll have a lot of practice when we go to Kansas City and Boston and Pennsylvania and Maine and New Hampshire. Well, in any case, I'll be done with stuff tomorrow, hopefully.
Yay for a whole lot of food that made me really full and didn't make Reggie. But wow, I could see how far he had his bass teacher wrapped around his finger... I've done that with English teachers, but never with music. Ahh, music. There was so much. I forgot to take the Ravel/Prookofiev cd with me. Gr.
Amanda certainly drove us about for awhile. It was very fun. The kind of doing nothing that is really, really fun, though it burns a lot of money. We even walked to Salad's house from Diedrich's across from Lanier, and I found a toad and got a stick (as good as my dragon stick, or better), though I think Salad was out of town. I wrote him a message in the dirt on his glass door.
Thanks for the thought; being home is indeed good when you don't feel good, but being With is better.
I dreamed I was the soloist for some Mendelssohn voice concerto, which I can't remember for the life of me (obviously it was not real, but it was very cool; the second half reminded me of the secondary theme of the Habanera from Carmen). It was the dress rehearsal or something, and I was onstage at Stude Hall with the PVA orchestra backing me. They were spectacular; for some reason they were as big as HSO was for LotR, with all those weird instruments. The only thing that was off was that Rebecca M, an old friend from California whom I have not seen in years, not a vocalist, was also onstage, and she kept interrupting me as I sang by singing it herself. I mean, no problem if it was her going to sing it, but if it was, would somebody tell me so I'd stop? It was really irritating.
And then, when I got up, I was walking wounded. Very red blood all over the very white floor before I could get to the bathroom where there was something to stop it. Never had to wash that much blood off in the shower before. I think I'll take something (not drugs) and write thankyous so when my mom gets home from church gig she can't tell me I have stuff to do when I ask to go.
Yay for a whole lot of food that made me really full and didn't make Reggie. But wow, I could see how far he had his bass teacher wrapped around his finger... I've done that with English teachers, but never with music. Ahh, music. There was so much. I forgot to take the Ravel/Prookofiev cd with me. Gr.
Amanda certainly drove us about for awhile. It was very fun. The kind of doing nothing that is really, really fun, though it burns a lot of money. We even walked to Salad's house from Diedrich's across from Lanier, and I found a toad and got a stick (as good as my dragon stick, or better), though I think Salad was out of town. I wrote him a message in the dirt on his glass door.
Thanks for the thought; being home is indeed good when you don't feel good, but being With is better.
I dreamed I was the soloist for some Mendelssohn voice concerto, which I can't remember for the life of me (obviously it was not real, but it was very cool; the second half reminded me of the secondary theme of the Habanera from Carmen). It was the dress rehearsal or something, and I was onstage at Stude Hall with the PVA orchestra backing me. They were spectacular; for some reason they were as big as HSO was for LotR, with all those weird instruments. The only thing that was off was that Rebecca M, an old friend from California whom I have not seen in years, not a vocalist, was also onstage, and she kept interrupting me as I sang by singing it herself. I mean, no problem if it was her going to sing it, but if it was, would somebody tell me so I'd stop? It was really irritating.
And then, when I got up, I was walking wounded. Very red blood all over the very white floor before I could get to the bathroom where there was something to stop it. Never had to wash that much blood off in the shower before. I think I'll take something (not drugs) and write thankyous so when my mom gets home from church gig she can't tell me I have stuff to do when I ask to go.
