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Yesterday was a good day. The rehearsal in the morning was at the same time as the rodeo parade, so you couldn't get downtown through any of the normal routes, and we went in from the other side (you couldn't get to Jones Hall anyway, the parade went right past it). On the way, a kid trying to get to work before he was late ran a red light in front of us, so we have no bumper or left headlight now (we waited half an hour or so for the dumb police who instsed on an accident report). Anyway, then Mama dropped me off two blocks away from Jones Hall, not realizing I had to cross the parade to get there... it was about 15 minutes before there was a gap wide enough to run through. However, the rehearsal didn't start until 10:30, so I was still 15 minutes early. Then we ran straight through the Mendlessohn, and it was cute, and the actress who's playing ALL of the parts is hysterically good. If you've ever seen A Midsummer Night's Dream, or read it, then you know it's silly. She's playing everybody, and each one has a diffrent voice, and she can bray like a donkey in a way you wouldn't believe. Go see it if you can. There's a matinee today. 2:30.
Anyway, then rehearsal was over and Corita and Fiona and I went to Cabo (well, we went to Kim Son first, but it was closed; luckily, all the good restaurants downtown are really close together so you don't hae to walk far). We sat upstairs, watching passersby (there were a bunch of women in gorgeous saris, all going the same direction, and we wondered about that) and tried not to let our food blow away, and the beef salad was really good. Then we went back down to leave (Corita was taking me home), and got halfway to the car (Fiona was still with us) when we saw a whole crown of sari-garbed women and more coming, and we were walking behind a guy in a gorgeous Indian tunicy thing, and then another guy told us that was the groom, he was his brother, and there was going to be a wedding procession down this block to the temple-thing. There was a horse with gold trappings, a ceremonial parasol-type thing (also gold and red), and a zillion girls in two-tone cloth with bangles and gorgeous hair. It was spectacular. And then they turned on the music (a guy had a tape in his nice car, and followed the procession down the street) and the groomsmen were beating on drums and dancing, preceding the groom on the horse down the middle of downtown. We followed them for a block, once they got going, and then went to the car. It was the first time I'd seen an Indian wedding, and it was absolutely beautiful. If I get married, I'm having an Indian wedding. Even if I don't marry an Indian guy.
Then I got home and David and Granjo were here, becoause it's David's birthday today, and they made cake, and Mama and Granjo made me eat ice cream and cake (first carbs and sugar I've had since two weeks before Christmas), and it made me sleepy, and then I went and sang the concert, and it was good.
I had a good time. And I forgot to tell you, Friday night after the rehearsal, Fiona and Corita both came to my house and played with the puppies and talked and listened to Limpopo and Mouth Music, and I'm bringing Limpopo to the concert today because Fiona wants to burn it (she'll burn Wes's cd of Verpers he lent me, too, so I can give it back to him and get him well- he has meningitis). Yay.
Anyway, then rehearsal was over and Corita and Fiona and I went to Cabo (well, we went to Kim Son first, but it was closed; luckily, all the good restaurants downtown are really close together so you don't hae to walk far). We sat upstairs, watching passersby (there were a bunch of women in gorgeous saris, all going the same direction, and we wondered about that) and tried not to let our food blow away, and the beef salad was really good. Then we went back down to leave (Corita was taking me home), and got halfway to the car (Fiona was still with us) when we saw a whole crown of sari-garbed women and more coming, and we were walking behind a guy in a gorgeous Indian tunicy thing, and then another guy told us that was the groom, he was his brother, and there was going to be a wedding procession down this block to the temple-thing. There was a horse with gold trappings, a ceremonial parasol-type thing (also gold and red), and a zillion girls in two-tone cloth with bangles and gorgeous hair. It was spectacular. And then they turned on the music (a guy had a tape in his nice car, and followed the procession down the street) and the groomsmen were beating on drums and dancing, preceding the groom on the horse down the middle of downtown. We followed them for a block, once they got going, and then went to the car. It was the first time I'd seen an Indian wedding, and it was absolutely beautiful. If I get married, I'm having an Indian wedding. Even if I don't marry an Indian guy.
Then I got home and David and Granjo were here, becoause it's David's birthday today, and they made cake, and Mama and Granjo made me eat ice cream and cake (first carbs and sugar I've had since two weeks before Christmas), and it made me sleepy, and then I went and sang the concert, and it was good.
I had a good time. And I forgot to tell you, Friday night after the rehearsal, Fiona and Corita both came to my house and played with the puppies and talked and listened to Limpopo and Mouth Music, and I'm bringing Limpopo to the concert today because Fiona wants to burn it (she'll burn Wes's cd of Verpers he lent me, too, so I can give it back to him and get him well- he has meningitis). Yay.
