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I went home to bed after Friday night's concert (just as good), and apparently missed the end of Stephan's world. However, I spent last night at his house, though I crashed in his bed pretty early since there was company and they were staying up in the living room, and now I am up to speed.

Lesson was taxing; we worked on the Bell Song for the first time. But I feel like I'm not working as hard as I should; support keeps fuzzing, and the coloratura is by no means clean. Well, that's to work on. Ben went straight from my lesson to basketball practice for Brown's team. And he and Bryan run obsessively. I can't believe I half-live in a house with jocks. So non sequitur, since they're both terribly artistic and sensitive.

Tonight is Stephan's birthday dinner at fancypants restaurant and then the chamber concert with Hindemith (yay). I have a bazillion bits of linguistics homework to do, but I finally bought the Morphosyntax book right after my lesson, so it shouldn't be so taxing.

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Stephan took us to Hugo's, with the intention of having a leisurely and expensive fancy meal before the fancy chamber concert. It was definitely fancy, and I've rarely had such high-quality food (it's not a priority for me). However, the two hours we allowed ourselves between the 6:00 reservation and the 8:00 concert turned out to be just barely enough, due to the high quality of the restaurant with correspondingly languid service. We did make it to the concert, though, with time to spare for hysterical laughter and merciless mocking of the program notes. Afternoon of a Faun, a Hindemith Kammermusik, and Schubert 5 make a strange combination, and I could certainly have left before intermission if not for the boys; there are few occasions in my life upon which I've been more bored than I was during that Schubert.

Lauren called Stephan in the car on the way home, and proceeded to talk to him for an hour and a half; just as well, since I spent the afternoon with the new Stargate season and not my Linguistic Analysis report on Quechua. I got it done and turned in right before he came upstairs. That was a relief. But I am now sleepy, so I'll do the rest of my piles of Ling homework tomorrow. Bryan virtuously convinced me to retreat to sleep at a reasonable hour last night, so I'm not sure why I'm so beat, but I definitely don't want to do work.