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Continuing enjoyment of recordyness, but no launch as yet. Joodles came over once we got home from Bat Boy and we played through Sally's Song from Nightmare Before Christmas. I'll clean it up and post it tomorrow, because mostly what we were messing with tonight was his reaction to the stuff I did on Sailor Song (and he liked the cello pizzing hardcore; he kept giggling when it came in). I also showed him the Rain song, which I can almost get through with no mistakes so it'll be Youtubed pretty soon.

Bryan brought a boy in right after that, so Bryan wanted to hear it when I mentioned it. The boy (Jared, I think?) said he liked it and fell in love with me a little bit. So of course as a rebuttal I had to play him the current production of Sailor Song. Bryan hadn't heard some of what I'd added, and thought the changes were good.

They disappeared after a bit and Joodles and I went through Like Dreamers Do because it makes me happy, and then he was wilting so badly I was worried he wouldn't even recover for tomorrow. Before I shooed him out the door, though, I had to show him the cha cha steps I learned from Sam. Once he had them down (and it took him about a quarter of the time it took me to learn), he was so enthusiastic about them that he seemed a little less wilty when he set off for home and bed.

MMM TOMORROW JOODLES HAS OFF WORK. How much will we do music? ALL THE MUCH.

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I can't say it was a waste of a day, because there were fantastic things that happened, they were just few and far between and none of the things I'd wanted to get done got done. Joodles came staggering damply up my stairs around 6:30 in the evening after a post-exercise shower. I had built up a head of bereft frustration because I'd been subconsciously waiting for him to wake up and come over--it disappeared in an unexpected deathgrip hug halfway up the stairs when I'd turned partly away, and he didn't let go for ages, and then just so I could turn around and hug him back properly and he could kiss me on the forehead. So despite the lack of lengthy hangout, I was no longer disgruntled.

There wasn't long before we had somewhere to be, so we evaluated some of the things I'd done to the Sailor Song tracks and then had to go. We'd said we'd see the show again with Dan, so the three of us went to Bat Boy again, and it was thoroughly excellent again (and I'm even more jealous). I'd wanted to tell the cast how great they were but I understand from experience how little that can mean coming from strangers, and I am never able to say everything I mean when I'm trying to congratulate performers I admire after a show. So I want to do a real writeup on everything I loved and how it's affected me, and email it to Matt, whence it will hopefully find its way to the people it's about. I really do love that show.

We came back home and sang through a bunch of the numbers, louder than strictly necessary, till Bryan came in. More moderate (if not more reasonable) conversation ensued, and Joodles and I randomly and nonchalantly started a game of catch with a pillow, and the occasional black hole when he'd throw it to Bryan instead (he never gives it back). The discussion ranged from sharks to serial killers to the relative hotness of various Bat Boy cast members, till Dan skipped out to go do work. Joodles has work in the morning, so it wasn't long before he left (with another compressive hug). Bryan has retreated to the Chomsky room, as he calls it; he spent the day sleeping, so he didn't get anything done either (least of all, accordion tracks).

I spontaneously decided to turn two pairs of ill-fitting velvet pants into an overtunic, and that's about 1/3 done. So I suppose I can't say I got nothing done today; I listened to a Youtube playlist full of Talking Heads, since Aaron the awesome bass-clarinetist suggested I check them out so I could help him with their cover band. Talking Heads and DIY garb. I was waiting too hard to enjoy it. I hate it when that happens.