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The concert went even better taoday. The end of the Kodaly was much more together, and the dumb soprano soloist wasn't being quite so dramatic (read: late) with her entrances. I really enjoyed sitting through the Mozart symophonies they played at the first of each half of the concert. Graf is so fun to watch. He just looks so happy. I'm disappointed that they pushed back the call for tomorrow's concert. We won't get to watch the non-chorus pieces from the stage.
After the concert we snagged a late lunch/dinner with a few friends from the chorus, and interesting chorus gossip ensued. We started with the music, but somehow we got on the subject of Ian, a baritone who is apparently extremely sleazy. I asked what they meant by sleazy, and they came out straight and said it: "Basically, he tries to [screw] everything that moves". This was later revised to exclude the old, ugly, or fat women in the chorus, and the men. They wondered if he would try to go for me, being young and cute as I was (?? I can't help but be kind of sideways-ly flattered) but decided I was probably too young for him, though they didn't know. Mildly obscene banter followed, and some implications were made. I pretended to whack my tablemate on the head with a spoon (Pretended is the operative word) and he flinched and fell over out of his chair and hit the table leg and spilled the water across from me. Interesting. I can knock people over even without hitting them. Somehow we got onto the subject of my weight, and they were vehemently against my trying to lose another 15 pounds. They couldn't believe I weigh 150. At nearly 5'3" I guess my mom's right: I carry it well. Well, the salmon was good and I probably wouldn't have eaten the beans even if I hadn't been good.
All very nice and ego-boosting. Later, back on the subject of Ian, they did relent and say he was like a light-switch (two modes), and could be extremely nice, and was very intelligent. Seems to me that clinched the matter of the question of me: if he's intelligent, he'll know that I'm illegal, at 15, and will wait at least a few years before he tries anything. I doubt he'd risk jail. What an odd thought, that anyone would be even remotely interested in me, even someone who's interested in everyone. I mean, really. I've had exactly three people express interest, my entire life. One was obviously insane (Spanish moss) and needed attention (I regret my actions now, but I was awfully surprised and it sorta scared me with the intensity and the letter and everything). The second doesn't even remember it, and was a good friend before it and has returned to that status. The third admits hehe doesn't know what he was smoking when he asked, and has never though of me like that since. Anyway, I'm not exactly Venus. Too intimidating, probably, and lacking in social skills. I have no problem with that. But an adult would probably not be intimidated by me. It's an interesting thought... I'd enjoy rearranging his face and virility; the chorus does need more tenors, but I don't know about a soprano.
After the concert we snagged a late lunch/dinner with a few friends from the chorus, and interesting chorus gossip ensued. We started with the music, but somehow we got on the subject of Ian, a baritone who is apparently extremely sleazy. I asked what they meant by sleazy, and they came out straight and said it: "Basically, he tries to [screw] everything that moves". This was later revised to exclude the old, ugly, or fat women in the chorus, and the men. They wondered if he would try to go for me, being young and cute as I was (?? I can't help but be kind of sideways-ly flattered) but decided I was probably too young for him, though they didn't know. Mildly obscene banter followed, and some implications were made. I pretended to whack my tablemate on the head with a spoon (Pretended is the operative word) and he flinched and fell over out of his chair and hit the table leg and spilled the water across from me. Interesting. I can knock people over even without hitting them. Somehow we got onto the subject of my weight, and they were vehemently against my trying to lose another 15 pounds. They couldn't believe I weigh 150. At nearly 5'3" I guess my mom's right: I carry it well. Well, the salmon was good and I probably wouldn't have eaten the beans even if I hadn't been good.
All very nice and ego-boosting. Later, back on the subject of Ian, they did relent and say he was like a light-switch (two modes), and could be extremely nice, and was very intelligent. Seems to me that clinched the matter of the question of me: if he's intelligent, he'll know that I'm illegal, at 15, and will wait at least a few years before he tries anything. I doubt he'd risk jail. What an odd thought, that anyone would be even remotely interested in me, even someone who's interested in everyone. I mean, really. I've had exactly three people express interest, my entire life. One was obviously insane (Spanish moss) and needed attention (I regret my actions now, but I was awfully surprised and it sorta scared me with the intensity and the letter and everything). The second doesn't even remember it, and was a good friend before it and has returned to that status. The third admits hehe doesn't know what he was smoking when he asked, and has never though of me like that since. Anyway, I'm not exactly Venus. Too intimidating, probably, and lacking in social skills. I have no problem with that. But an adult would probably not be intimidated by me. It's an interesting thought... I'd enjoy rearranging his face and virility; the chorus does need more tenors, but I don't know about a soprano.