Friday in repose
Jan. 27th, 2006 08:52 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
billeyler(knocking on wood) Thinking this is just a VERY bad cold and sinus infection, and that I'm now on the mend. PLEASE let it be.
After a night of fitful sleep, thinking I wouldn't wake up in time to pick up the other 3 chorines for our Santa Fe gig, I DID manage to drag myself out of bed at 7:20. Still congested and ucky, and with Danny away, I put myself together PRAYING that I'd have a voice. It was iffy, at best. Leaving a hasty email to work, saying I'd be in sometime that afternoon, I did a hasty ablution and hurried out at 8:15 for the first pick up of the morning, our chorus director (also a tenant of mine).
Forgot my wallet. Drove back back around to home, picked THAT up while Danny was starting his first C.S.I. fix of the morning, and rushed back to pick Paul up. Easy.
Made it to the square dance center, where I had pre-arranged to pick Michael and Alan up, and with Alan only being a few minutes later than me, off we went for the hour drive to Santa Fe for our sing.
The 45 minute program was one of our best yet, with 200 junior high through high school students packed into their auditorium. Paul did a great job of expounding the virtues of our homosexuality, and we sang our six numbers nearly flawlessly, with only the soloist for "Bring Him Home" never showing up (a twink, of course) and Harry filling in nicely. The Q&A session was intelligently asked and answered and we got a standing ovation after all was said and done. This particular academy even has a Gay/Straight Student Alliance. Unthinkable 35 years ago when I was their age. We came away feeling that a job was well done.
Somehow I croaked out the songs, and my short solo work in "Everything Possible" was thick and weak, but I DIDN'T crack a note. Gawd. Relief. We sang "Stouthearted Men" "Rainbow Connection" "Bring Him Home" "We Can Be Kind" "Sometimes I Wish" and our always-finale "Everything Possible"
Homeward bound for the hour trip back, we just chatted pleasant, but Mike confessed that he had spilled his entire coffee on the floor of my car. After a hasty lunch at home and a quick dab at the car carpeting, back to work. It's piling up on me now, and I DO have projects I desperately have to get to, so boredom will have to take a back seat. Stayed at work till 5:45, feeling "coughy" and tired, but persevered.
Danny it turns out ALSO spent part of the day in Santa Fe on an "adventure" day visiting a chorus friend, Joe Horton (www.hortonart.com) and successful artist. He came away with a verbal contract to redesign and webhost his website. Joe is on sabbatical from the chorus this term...it's getting pretty pricey to drive to ABQ every week for the rehearsals.
We watched "My Name Is Earl" downstairs with Robert the TV Bear.
And I just realized that I'm feeling better. AND tomorrow is Saturday!
Keep knocking on that wood!
After a night of fitful sleep, thinking I wouldn't wake up in time to pick up the other 3 chorines for our Santa Fe gig, I DID manage to drag myself out of bed at 7:20. Still congested and ucky, and with Danny away, I put myself together PRAYING that I'd have a voice. It was iffy, at best. Leaving a hasty email to work, saying I'd be in sometime that afternoon, I did a hasty ablution and hurried out at 8:15 for the first pick up of the morning, our chorus director (also a tenant of mine).
Forgot my wallet. Drove back back around to home, picked THAT up while Danny was starting his first C.S.I. fix of the morning, and rushed back to pick Paul up. Easy.
Made it to the square dance center, where I had pre-arranged to pick Michael and Alan up, and with Alan only being a few minutes later than me, off we went for the hour drive to Santa Fe for our sing.
The 45 minute program was one of our best yet, with 200 junior high through high school students packed into their auditorium. Paul did a great job of expounding the virtues of our homosexuality, and we sang our six numbers nearly flawlessly, with only the soloist for "Bring Him Home" never showing up (a twink, of course) and Harry filling in nicely. The Q&A session was intelligently asked and answered and we got a standing ovation after all was said and done. This particular academy even has a Gay/Straight Student Alliance. Unthinkable 35 years ago when I was their age. We came away feeling that a job was well done.
Somehow I croaked out the songs, and my short solo work in "Everything Possible" was thick and weak, but I DIDN'T crack a note. Gawd. Relief. We sang "Stouthearted Men" "Rainbow Connection" "Bring Him Home" "We Can Be Kind" "Sometimes I Wish" and our always-finale "Everything Possible"
Homeward bound for the hour trip back, we just chatted pleasant, but Mike confessed that he had spilled his entire coffee on the floor of my car. After a hasty lunch at home and a quick dab at the car carpeting, back to work. It's piling up on me now, and I DO have projects I desperately have to get to, so boredom will have to take a back seat. Stayed at work till 5:45, feeling "coughy" and tired, but persevered.
Danny it turns out ALSO spent part of the day in Santa Fe on an "adventure" day visiting a chorus friend, Joe Horton (www.hortonart.com) and successful artist. He came away with a verbal contract to redesign and webhost his website. Joe is on sabbatical from the chorus this term...it's getting pretty pricey to drive to ABQ every week for the rehearsals.
We watched "My Name Is Earl" downstairs with Robert the TV Bear.
And I just realized that I'm feeling better. AND tomorrow is Saturday!
Keep knocking on that wood!
