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Leaving Johnny's yesterday afternoon was hard (mama forgot her shoes, too). We'd been hanging out and watching him produce stuff, and then he took us to an amazing restaurant called Route 22 where everything is ridiculously expensive but the size matches the price, so I was stuffed for the day on just a quesadilla and a tiny slice of the huge serving of cake we got ofr the whole table (me, mama, Johnny, Lydia and Patty).
It took us 3 hours to drive from Stamford, CT to Northampton, MA, due to the insane thunderstorms that were sweeping the northeast at the time. Last night's check-in was a bit unsettling; when we get home, I'm gonna make mama walk around Rice or something every day, because she couldn't carry her own luggage up to the fourth floor. Not that I mind carrying her luggage, but it's frightening that she can't. She always suffers in the heat more than me anyway, but she looked about to keel over.
The concert was mind-blowing, as usual, but the orientation thingy afterwards was slightly uncomfortable for me. I am once again in the unfortunate position of knowing the names of under half the people who know mine. It's that way at school, too. But here I feel like I'll mortally offend someone if I admit it, and since my mom has long since mortally offended the people who are in charge of this workshop (the northeast is singularly uninterested in her characteristic volunteer suggestions of progress or means to improve), I feel like I'm on thin ice. Plus, some of these are people whose opinions I value, so I'm trying not to go blithely about irritating or ignoring people as I'm sure I do in my natural habitat.
So I came straight back from the first short group rehearsal last night and absconded upstairs to my room with some berries and cheese from the party, avoiding people like... people. I don't want to people, I just want to sing. Hopefully I will do that today. Maybe we'll sing my Piazzolla. I hope so.
It took us 3 hours to drive from Stamford, CT to Northampton, MA, due to the insane thunderstorms that were sweeping the northeast at the time. Last night's check-in was a bit unsettling; when we get home, I'm gonna make mama walk around Rice or something every day, because she couldn't carry her own luggage up to the fourth floor. Not that I mind carrying her luggage, but it's frightening that she can't. She always suffers in the heat more than me anyway, but she looked about to keel over.
The concert was mind-blowing, as usual, but the orientation thingy afterwards was slightly uncomfortable for me. I am once again in the unfortunate position of knowing the names of under half the people who know mine. It's that way at school, too. But here I feel like I'll mortally offend someone if I admit it, and since my mom has long since mortally offended the people who are in charge of this workshop (the northeast is singularly uninterested in her characteristic volunteer suggestions of progress or means to improve), I feel like I'm on thin ice. Plus, some of these are people whose opinions I value, so I'm trying not to go blithely about irritating or ignoring people as I'm sure I do in my natural habitat.
So I came straight back from the first short group rehearsal last night and absconded upstairs to my room with some berries and cheese from the party, avoiding people like... people. I don't want to people, I just want to sing. Hopefully I will do that today. Maybe we'll sing my Piazzolla. I hope so.