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Yup, we all went out, and Mama and I (since we were the only ones in 804 who weren't drunk) told everybody else what happened and what was discussed (a very productive meeting was held, after the main group left), and it all started coming back to them. My Salad balked when I informed him he was my new Life Advisor, and told me it couldn't be a responsibility or it wouldn't work, so he revised it to nihilist Svengali. He couldn't drink much tonight; didn't feel like it. He was pretty quiet for the first half of the evening, and once everyone left but Mama, Fiona and I, he got a little more garrulous. Some of the 804ers really couldn't remember what had happened. Weird. I'm glad I wasn't drunk. Yick.
The rehearsal was unusually fun; Charles was in a silly mood (wow, they exist), and Scott (fantastico pianist is back! he was off during the summer, but came back a few rehearsals ago, and it makes all the difference) made little musical jokes on the piano, referring to our mistakes or the stupid score or Charles's silly demonstrations. At one point he ended a long piano solo at the coda of a really uplifting, poppish patriotic song (they're mostly what we're doind right now, because the concert is near 9-11) with a depressingly minor chord. Everybody cracked up. I sat in the bass row because I was too squished in the soprano row, and guess who was three seats to my left? That number shrunk to one at the restaurant. I had a really good time.
The rehearsal was unusually fun; Charles was in a silly mood (wow, they exist), and Scott (fantastico pianist is back! he was off during the summer, but came back a few rehearsals ago, and it makes all the difference) made little musical jokes on the piano, referring to our mistakes or the stupid score or Charles's silly demonstrations. At one point he ended a long piano solo at the coda of a really uplifting, poppish patriotic song (they're mostly what we're doind right now, because the concert is near 9-11) with a depressingly minor chord. Everybody cracked up. I sat in the bass row because I was too squished in the soprano row, and guess who was three seats to my left? That number shrunk to one at the restaurant. I had a really good time.
