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Concert this afternoon was a disaster. I mean, for me. The Adams went well enough, but I had gone home from Stephan's for lunch with rather severe cramps, and had fish that apparently had been in the on-and-off freezer for too long. By the last third of the Adams, it was a flashback to the PVA Chorale Jones Hall to-do the day after the Madrigal gig that put nine of the sixteen of us out of commission. My hands were numb, my stomach was making its distress known, I was pouring cold sweat in a way that generally indicates impending death, my cramps had at least doubled in intensity, and it was anyone's guess as to whether my head was actually attached to my body. I had to sit down, or I was going to fall down. So, for the second time on the stage of Jones Hall, I sat before a piece was over. I barely made it through the wait for the applause and orderly line of procession offstage; I wobbled frenetically towards the Musicians' Lounge bathroom, but made it only to the second hallway from the stage door before the principals' dressing rooms before the sight of a trash can put me over the edge and those fish cakes were set free. At least I hit the trash can.
I certainly wasn't going to sit through the Beethoven on the rebound from food poisoning and the heaviest cramps I've ever had. I was all for going home, but then I realized I'd have to get in a car. So mama stayed and sang the Beethoven despite a disgruntled chorus stage manager shifting chairs because she'd said she was going to take me home and then retracted that statement. I finally made it downstairs to the lounge and scrabbled my numb, drenched, freezing self onto the very comfortable Shepherd-esque black leather couch to gather all my body warmth and multiply it as far as it would go. The industrial air conditioning in that room didn't help. I even resorted to using my meager scarf, and I was pretty stiff from the awkward position burrowing into a couch for warmth will give you, after a couple of hours.
I did feel better after awhile. I sort of drifted between ignoring deranged back pain, conserving warmth, and holding my head on by sheer force of will. Mama came down after the Beethoven, but there was a photo shoot of the chorus after the concert, so there she went again for another 45 minutes, during which time I experienced some of the weirdest dreams I've ever had. But it was better, enough by the time that mama came back down that a car ride wasn't such a daunting prospect, and I made it home with just a little more fragility than the usual cramps.
I took some apricots and pistachios to Stephan's so I wouldn't starve if they'd already had dinner, but they were on their way out, so I went with them to Chili's. I could sit there at the table for ages and glow with the glee of undeserved fortune. I've never really had friends before who can both maintain a high standard of banter on subjects I can follow and act like I'm on their level (even when I'm not). It's not that it cracked me up, or that they're supercool in any conventional way, I'm just glad they let me hang out with them as much as I do.
Bryan and I read through two or three Virelai and organum when we got back, which he'd got specifically for the purpose. Stephan doesn't read well and Ben's better playing, so two parts is plenty. We did that instead of a Rome, and then he had more work, so I half-watched a couple more sixth-season WWs with Stephan, while attempting to accomplish something worthwhile on my computer. He's caved and admitted the writing is good, even more consistent than Sorkin's years, though not of his genius. Hah. I came home while I was ahead.
My back still hurts, but it may be ameliorated by tomorrow.
I certainly wasn't going to sit through the Beethoven on the rebound from food poisoning and the heaviest cramps I've ever had. I was all for going home, but then I realized I'd have to get in a car. So mama stayed and sang the Beethoven despite a disgruntled chorus stage manager shifting chairs because she'd said she was going to take me home and then retracted that statement. I finally made it downstairs to the lounge and scrabbled my numb, drenched, freezing self onto the very comfortable Shepherd-esque black leather couch to gather all my body warmth and multiply it as far as it would go. The industrial air conditioning in that room didn't help. I even resorted to using my meager scarf, and I was pretty stiff from the awkward position burrowing into a couch for warmth will give you, after a couple of hours.
I did feel better after awhile. I sort of drifted between ignoring deranged back pain, conserving warmth, and holding my head on by sheer force of will. Mama came down after the Beethoven, but there was a photo shoot of the chorus after the concert, so there she went again for another 45 minutes, during which time I experienced some of the weirdest dreams I've ever had. But it was better, enough by the time that mama came back down that a car ride wasn't such a daunting prospect, and I made it home with just a little more fragility than the usual cramps.
I took some apricots and pistachios to Stephan's so I wouldn't starve if they'd already had dinner, but they were on their way out, so I went with them to Chili's. I could sit there at the table for ages and glow with the glee of undeserved fortune. I've never really had friends before who can both maintain a high standard of banter on subjects I can follow and act like I'm on their level (even when I'm not). It's not that it cracked me up, or that they're supercool in any conventional way, I'm just glad they let me hang out with them as much as I do.
Bryan and I read through two or three Virelai and organum when we got back, which he'd got specifically for the purpose. Stephan doesn't read well and Ben's better playing, so two parts is plenty. We did that instead of a Rome, and then he had more work, so I half-watched a couple more sixth-season WWs with Stephan, while attempting to accomplish something worthwhile on my computer. He's caved and admitted the writing is good, even more consistent than Sorkin's years, though not of his genius. Hah. I came home while I was ahead.
My back still hurts, but it may be ameliorated by tomorrow.