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I started an entry last night at 12:33, but mama made me go to bed.
Basically, I had a blast. I love the Borodin, the Bizet, and the Gounod. The Verdis are all fun, too. Long live opera choruses.
But then. We went to Chuy's. Salad on my right, Mermel on my left, Bill across the table. I had a moment of pout when Arielle sat down on Salad's other side, and said half-joking-half-sullen, "there goes my conversation". I think he noticed, because he didn't leave me out at all. There were a bunch of stories going around about the NY trip that the director's church chorus took volunteers for this summer, and apparently there were a lot of fun stories to trade around. Chris Ortiz came, too, for the first time in a long time. He's very fun. And the jokes made about various slashes at the table were even funnier because anything with him in it was plausible.
It was freezing. This was a bad thing until I discovered the warmth of male metabolisms. Chuck gave his jacket to Arielle, so I had an excuse for freezing Mermel's and Salad's hands. Actually, they didn't care, even when I stuck my hands on Salad's neck. They were warm, crazy people. Bill was going off about mammalian metabolisms"we're mammals", and I'm kind of proud of my response; "we're more mammal than you: we have what they named it for!". It got a pretty big response. Heh. Lots of fun things were said.
But Salad's leaving, and I have to endure a rehearsal and afterout without him. Well, I'll survive, but still. He's going to the UK, and gave me his email so I could get his phone when he has it and we could talk and maybe arrange a meet when we're in London. That would be superb. I told him he was infamous among my circle of friends, and I even had one who worried about his alcohol consumption, who was also going to be in Cambridge. He was surprised.
It will be fun. I'd say more, but I have to go back to school now; it's 12:05. Agh, Saladless. Not that the rest of the table's not entertaining. They're just not him. And he pays attention to me.
Basically, I had a blast. I love the Borodin, the Bizet, and the Gounod. The Verdis are all fun, too. Long live opera choruses.
But then. We went to Chuy's. Salad on my right, Mermel on my left, Bill across the table. I had a moment of pout when Arielle sat down on Salad's other side, and said half-joking-half-sullen, "there goes my conversation". I think he noticed, because he didn't leave me out at all. There were a bunch of stories going around about the NY trip that the director's church chorus took volunteers for this summer, and apparently there were a lot of fun stories to trade around. Chris Ortiz came, too, for the first time in a long time. He's very fun. And the jokes made about various slashes at the table were even funnier because anything with him in it was plausible.
It was freezing. This was a bad thing until I discovered the warmth of male metabolisms. Chuck gave his jacket to Arielle, so I had an excuse for freezing Mermel's and Salad's hands. Actually, they didn't care, even when I stuck my hands on Salad's neck. They were warm, crazy people. Bill was going off about mammalian metabolisms"we're mammals", and I'm kind of proud of my response; "we're more mammal than you: we have what they named it for!". It got a pretty big response. Heh. Lots of fun things were said.
But Salad's leaving, and I have to endure a rehearsal and afterout without him. Well, I'll survive, but still. He's going to the UK, and gave me his email so I could get his phone when he has it and we could talk and maybe arrange a meet when we're in London. That would be superb. I told him he was infamous among my circle of friends, and I even had one who worried about his alcohol consumption, who was also going to be in Cambridge. He was surprised.
It will be fun. I'd say more, but I have to go back to school now; it's 12:05. Agh, Saladless. Not that the rest of the table's not entertaining. They're just not him. And he pays attention to me.
