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Jun. 10th, 2001 10:27 pmgot up too early for choir practice yesterday. with the help of heavy painkillers, i was able to walk around without hurting too much. but practice was still way too long. and then i was invited to the senior high end of the year thing. yes, i stopped being a senior high two years ago. don't ask me, i don't know. but i decided to go cause it was a picnic, and they were going to have food. so i could eat lunch and then go home and have two hours to do stuff before mom got back with the car.
two hours later, the food is ready. a while after that, i managed to find someone who was leaving and wheedle a ride home from them. and then mom was later than she thought she'd be getting home.
the reason i wanted her to be home earlier was so i could go to the potomac celtic festival. i figured i could leave at 3.30 and have almost 3 hours to wander around. mom didn't get home till a little after 4. i pulled out of the driveway at about 4.30, getting there a little after 5. i had to leave at 6.30. grrr. i think i saw a third, maybe a 4th of the shops, and none of the performers. suck. i did find the hairstick booth and meet ralph, the hairstick god, who i'd heard about frequently on alt.fairs.renaissance. so i now have plain light colored wood hairsticks. i went in to see if my hair would actually go up in them, and it did. and i decided that if *i* could put my hair up with them, i would buy a pair. (and yes, there were frequent mentions of 'getting it up' and i was trying not to snicker or think of outofcontext.) and that was really all i had time for - i wandered past booths, stopped in at the one with the bodhrans and made two bucks for the stall owner (showed a customer a beater like the one i have, which he loved, and which happened to be more expensive than the one he was planning on buying), and spent the rest of my time figuring out how to get my hair to damn well stay where i put it.
went straight from there to the spring choir show. i got to school as it was supposed to start, and it was 5 minutes after that when i found a parking space and an open door. shauna'd left my ticket at will call, where i found out that i had time to change back into danes, because not only were they starting late, they had a 10 minute slide show before the actual performance started.
sat with the alumni. right in front of dave dammitiforgothislastnamevsomething and dewey, behind jeff kozlowicki.
the show itself was okay... the theme was comedy, and they were way to heavy handed with it sometimes. dear gods, zach's senior prank was the best ever. everyone sits/falls down at the end of the first number, and he's supposed to stand there looking confused and embarrassed, and belatedly sit down. instead, everyone else sat down, and he dropped trou, standing there looking like, 'ahhh yeah.' that cracked me up so much.
that was the funniest instance of boys without articles of clothing, though, of which there were many. there were a bunch of songs that weren't in the program for some reason. most of it was decent singing and uninspired choreography, with a few instances of decent choreography and great singing (eve fairbanks rocks my world). i was feeling a bit uncomfortable with how involved mrs edelbrock was with this show, considering she's not the choir director any more. people would probably dislike dr branham enough on her own, but dr b didn't even stand a chance with mrs e still around. but there were several instances of mrs e being lauded onstage and such. i'm glad that she was the one playing piano/conducting for if you believe, though. there were soooooo many alumni onstage for that. i wasn't sure we were all going to fit, but we did. i still remember the whole song. well, as well as i ever did.
said hi to shauna, who wasn't dead, exchanged pleasantries with various alumni. said hi to lalice as i walked in, to sarah and nick during intermission and briefly afterwards, and looked for rosie but couldn't find her. probably just as well - i'm not very good at reading her body language, and probably would have made her uncomfortable. there is something to be said for shauna's extreme snappishness when she doesn't want to be touched - there's *no* mistaking that for anything else.
got home late, went to sleep later, woke up at 7fstarcking15 for church. la. the instrumentalists were great, we were ...us. heh. shauna mostly had her voice back. i thought she still sounded better than the other soprano, but that's probably just cause i hate wide vibrato like that. mark had a baby trumpet cause the other one was too loud for the group. piccolo trumpet, i think he called it. and there's a section that's an alto solo, with what amounts to a cello solo alongside it, and the cello part was soooooooooo good.
i had coffee, so i didn't fall asleep during the second service.
was late to fencing practice, but that's okay, cause i got there just as marcellus and belphoebe were getting out of their car. i fenced one of the newer people, took her right arm and wouldn't let her concede. i was being all smooth and teachery and did a bunch of easy attacks so she could get the hang of parrying left handed. i think that i feint and disengage into straight on attacks when i can, and it's only when that doesn't work that i do off line attacks. marcellus says that i'd be better off doing mostly the latter, so i've got to work on it and figure out how to make it automatic.
ow. had to sit up to give myself enough muscles to sneeze with and my back complained greatly.
went to applebee's afterwards, just 4 of us. twas fun. we decided that the new guy (rather cute) who was playing with us today was probably gay. which made constanza's 'fresh meat' attitude all the more amusing. and futile. he was nice, though.
school tomorrow, probably. talking to deborah draper about making me fabric before i leave. i asked kass on the garb list about linsey woolsey, when i was asking about period fabrics, but she ignored that question to give me a non-answer to my general question: fabric types changed a lot depending on time and place. that was all she told me. ::sigh:: bah. but deborah's going to make me a length of fabric for me to use as my gypsy drape. now if i can just figure out how to make/wear that damn turban...
mm, blisters and sore muscles. ick.
i've been listening to the rutter gloria a lot. cause i like it better than the vivaldi gloria. and i still remember most of it. damn car cd player is still possessed, though.
enough babbling from me.
two hours later, the food is ready. a while after that, i managed to find someone who was leaving and wheedle a ride home from them. and then mom was later than she thought she'd be getting home.
the reason i wanted her to be home earlier was so i could go to the potomac celtic festival. i figured i could leave at 3.30 and have almost 3 hours to wander around. mom didn't get home till a little after 4. i pulled out of the driveway at about 4.30, getting there a little after 5. i had to leave at 6.30. grrr. i think i saw a third, maybe a 4th of the shops, and none of the performers. suck. i did find the hairstick booth and meet ralph, the hairstick god, who i'd heard about frequently on alt.fairs.renaissance. so i now have plain light colored wood hairsticks. i went in to see if my hair would actually go up in them, and it did. and i decided that if *i* could put my hair up with them, i would buy a pair. (and yes, there were frequent mentions of 'getting it up' and i was trying not to snicker or think of outofcontext.) and that was really all i had time for - i wandered past booths, stopped in at the one with the bodhrans and made two bucks for the stall owner (showed a customer a beater like the one i have, which he loved, and which happened to be more expensive than the one he was planning on buying), and spent the rest of my time figuring out how to get my hair to damn well stay where i put it.
went straight from there to the spring choir show. i got to school as it was supposed to start, and it was 5 minutes after that when i found a parking space and an open door. shauna'd left my ticket at will call, where i found out that i had time to change back into danes, because not only were they starting late, they had a 10 minute slide show before the actual performance started.
sat with the alumni. right in front of dave dammitiforgothislastnamevsomething and dewey, behind jeff kozlowicki.
the show itself was okay... the theme was comedy, and they were way to heavy handed with it sometimes. dear gods, zach's senior prank was the best ever. everyone sits/falls down at the end of the first number, and he's supposed to stand there looking confused and embarrassed, and belatedly sit down. instead, everyone else sat down, and he dropped trou, standing there looking like, 'ahhh yeah.' that cracked me up so much.
that was the funniest instance of boys without articles of clothing, though, of which there were many. there were a bunch of songs that weren't in the program for some reason. most of it was decent singing and uninspired choreography, with a few instances of decent choreography and great singing (eve fairbanks rocks my world). i was feeling a bit uncomfortable with how involved mrs edelbrock was with this show, considering she's not the choir director any more. people would probably dislike dr branham enough on her own, but dr b didn't even stand a chance with mrs e still around. but there were several instances of mrs e being lauded onstage and such. i'm glad that she was the one playing piano/conducting for if you believe, though. there were soooooo many alumni onstage for that. i wasn't sure we were all going to fit, but we did. i still remember the whole song. well, as well as i ever did.
said hi to shauna, who wasn't dead, exchanged pleasantries with various alumni. said hi to lalice as i walked in, to sarah and nick during intermission and briefly afterwards, and looked for rosie but couldn't find her. probably just as well - i'm not very good at reading her body language, and probably would have made her uncomfortable. there is something to be said for shauna's extreme snappishness when she doesn't want to be touched - there's *no* mistaking that for anything else.
got home late, went to sleep later, woke up at 7fstarcking15 for church. la. the instrumentalists were great, we were ...us. heh. shauna mostly had her voice back. i thought she still sounded better than the other soprano, but that's probably just cause i hate wide vibrato like that. mark had a baby trumpet cause the other one was too loud for the group. piccolo trumpet, i think he called it. and there's a section that's an alto solo, with what amounts to a cello solo alongside it, and the cello part was soooooooooo good.
i had coffee, so i didn't fall asleep during the second service.
was late to fencing practice, but that's okay, cause i got there just as marcellus and belphoebe were getting out of their car. i fenced one of the newer people, took her right arm and wouldn't let her concede. i was being all smooth and teachery and did a bunch of easy attacks so she could get the hang of parrying left handed. i think that i feint and disengage into straight on attacks when i can, and it's only when that doesn't work that i do off line attacks. marcellus says that i'd be better off doing mostly the latter, so i've got to work on it and figure out how to make it automatic.
ow. had to sit up to give myself enough muscles to sneeze with and my back complained greatly.
went to applebee's afterwards, just 4 of us. twas fun. we decided that the new guy (rather cute) who was playing with us today was probably gay. which made constanza's 'fresh meat' attitude all the more amusing. and futile. he was nice, though.
school tomorrow, probably. talking to deborah draper about making me fabric before i leave. i asked kass on the garb list about linsey woolsey, when i was asking about period fabrics, but she ignored that question to give me a non-answer to my general question: fabric types changed a lot depending on time and place. that was all she told me. ::sigh:: bah. but deborah's going to make me a length of fabric for me to use as my gypsy drape. now if i can just figure out how to make/wear that damn turban...
mm, blisters and sore muscles. ick.
i've been listening to the rutter gloria a lot. cause i like it better than the vivaldi gloria. and i still remember most of it. damn car cd player is still possessed, though.
enough babbling from me.