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[sanura]

Maybe I'm to them as the cats are to me. I lazed through the morning under the impression all three boys were coming to the matinee, but the time swung around and Bryan spontaneously declined, so Ben and Stephan and I took the train north to Downtown for the 2:30 concert, stopping off at Cabo for them to slake queso cravings.

The concert went very well, I'd say, though I was distracted a bit early on because I'd really wanted Bryan to come. He went to get a haircut and go grocery shopping instead. Oh, well. By this point I should no longer be suprised and disappointed every time I'm reminded how much more I like my friends than they like me.

Stephan and Ben seemed to like the show, though; Stephan said he got all weepy through the spirituals and the oboe solo and... it seems like half the program. Even the Grinch. Apparently the ending sing-along really got to him and as the lights dimmed and the humming chorus of Silent Night faded off and the conductor wished everyone a merry Christmas, he shyly poked Ben and wished him a sheepish merry Christmas. So, he was moved, instead of doing an analysis the style of his Brahms paper, enumerating the ways in which the music proclaims racist sublimation of folk traditions and so on... which is amusing, but I'm glad he liked it.

He and Ben and I went to Cabo after the matinee so I wouldn't starve, and Ben got cheesecake and was feeding Stephan bites of it from his fork in a highly amusing fashion. Then they had to get back on the train, and I went to see if anyone good was at Birraporetti's, but they weren't, so I went and sat in the musicians' lounge for an hour before the evening show. Which also went well, but I', glad we're done with that. Messiah's up next weekend; that should be interminable.

I came home to some very happy cats (since the boys are out at a movie I was too late to join), and felt better. All I have to do for them is be here. And feed them. The parallel struck me. I'd hate the life of a dog.