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Jun. 4th, 2006 02:21 amGibbons short service tonight, which has two solo bits on each part. I ended up being the sop2 soloist, and while it must be said that the soprano solos are easier than the ATB solos, it's still not really a walk in the park -- crazy mad counting action, and weird Tudor accidentals all over the place. And I nailed it, y'all, and the sop1 soloist and I sounded really good together, as well, and that felt all kinds of good. Yay!
Bop in college tonight, which sucked. Lowest turnout of any bop ever.
I have a bruise on my right hand about an inch inside the base of my thumb. I think it came from the gear lever on my bike one time when I was walking it home, but what it looks like is a thumbprint. This similarity was driven home when I shook hands with someone I met for the second time this evening and -- while he genuinely shook my hand, which is refreshing around here where most people, men especially, tend to shake women's hands by grasping the fingers as though they were damp paper towels -- his thumb pressed right on the tender spot of the bruise and probably set back the healing by about two days. I suppose the bruise is much less conspicuous to everyone who isn't me, however.
Have discovered that there is a perfect antidote to the too-vinegary taste of the brown sauce applied to chips at the kebab vans here in the brown-sauce-deficient south: garlic mayonnaise. These two sauces together, on chips with cheese, oh my god, ambrosia. I bet it would taste even better if I were drunk right now.
Oh! speaking of which, last night I totally was drunk, as you may have noticed, and it turns out I put my contacts in the wrong sides of the case. Or, more accurately, I put them in the right sides of the case -- one side has a notch, which is where I always put the right-eye lens -- but then I put the caps on the wrong sides. So this morning, I took the R cap off the case, and ... there was a blue-tinted contact lens, which goes in my left eye. Puzzled for about two seconds, then shrugged and put the lens in the correct eye, removed the L cap, found a brown-tinted lens, and did a little dance of my system working. Because this is the whole reason I have the damn things tinted with different colors, is so that I can never ever mix up which lens goes in which eye. And if I hadn't had that, then today would have been my undoing. I mean, I'm sure when I got the things in and still couldn't see (because the correction is significantly not the same in each eye) I'd have realized I must have them in backwards; but I'd never really have been sure ever again. I say this with confidence because it's happened before. So, yay for different-color tints! Yay for the system working! Yay for my mismatched eyes!
Bop in college tonight, which sucked. Lowest turnout of any bop ever.
I have a bruise on my right hand about an inch inside the base of my thumb. I think it came from the gear lever on my bike one time when I was walking it home, but what it looks like is a thumbprint. This similarity was driven home when I shook hands with someone I met for the second time this evening and -- while he genuinely shook my hand, which is refreshing around here where most people, men especially, tend to shake women's hands by grasping the fingers as though they were damp paper towels -- his thumb pressed right on the tender spot of the bruise and probably set back the healing by about two days. I suppose the bruise is much less conspicuous to everyone who isn't me, however.
Have discovered that there is a perfect antidote to the too-vinegary taste of the brown sauce applied to chips at the kebab vans here in the brown-sauce-deficient south: garlic mayonnaise. These two sauces together, on chips with cheese, oh my god, ambrosia. I bet it would taste even better if I were drunk right now.
Oh! speaking of which, last night I totally was drunk, as you may have noticed, and it turns out I put my contacts in the wrong sides of the case. Or, more accurately, I put them in the right sides of the case -- one side has a notch, which is where I always put the right-eye lens -- but then I put the caps on the wrong sides. So this morning, I took the R cap off the case, and ... there was a blue-tinted contact lens, which goes in my left eye. Puzzled for about two seconds, then shrugged and put the lens in the correct eye, removed the L cap, found a brown-tinted lens, and did a little dance of my system working. Because this is the whole reason I have the damn things tinted with different colors, is so that I can never ever mix up which lens goes in which eye. And if I hadn't had that, then today would have been my undoing. I mean, I'm sure when I got the things in and still couldn't see (because the correction is significantly not the same in each eye) I'd have realized I must have them in backwards; but I'd never really have been sure ever again. I say this with confidence because it's happened before. So, yay for different-color tints! Yay for the system working! Yay for my mismatched eyes!
