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As thoughts so often do, it has gone completely away.

So instead I'll talk about the talent show thingie.  Wasn't bad.  The "Being Alive" number went v. well, and people complimented me (!) for it almost as much as they complemented The Boy Who, which surprised me -- hi, accompanist, almost not even really there.  Then in the other act I was in, the quartet with three of the fellows -- they'd chosen to bill ourselves as the "Glee Club", and we were doing three Victorian parlor songs of different levels of preposterously maudlin:  (1) something about the US Civil War, "Weeping Softly" or some such, which begins "Dearest love, do you remember/when we last did meet/when you told me that you loved me/kneeling at my feet" and goes on through four verses about dying on the battlefield, and ends with "Nobly strike for God and liberty/let all nations see/how we love our starry banner/emblem of the free" -- so, good comic value, there; (2) "Sweet and Low", words by Tennyson!, which isn't too bad, and the setting was actually relatively pleasant; and (3) a charming little number called "Father's a Drunkard and Mother is Dead", which got the biggest laughs of the night, which was exactly what we were after.  I was singing alto in the quartet, but the 'soprano' and I each took two verses of "Weeping" and one verse of "Drunkard", and it wasn't hard to tell the difference between us, if you see what I mean.  Anyway I got some v. nice compliments afterward from people who I suppose didn't know I sang, so that was all right, too.  (And of course we were properly thankful toward our accompanist, which is one of those things about life -- when you are the accompanist, you go, No no no, I'm just, pay no attention to the man behind the curtain; but when you have an accompanist, you go, CAN I GET A HUZZAH FOR THE PIANO PLAYER EVERYBODY!)  Also, based on some of the text notes in the book from which they copied "Father's a Drunkard", we agreed to change our name from the Glee Club to Connoisseurs of the Lachrymose.

Interestingly, when I got home after closing the bar, my overhead light burned out when I switched it on.  So I need a new light bulb -- but somehow I feel holding it in place won't work.  :-)

And then I identified an Issue with my research, which may be good or may be very, very bad.  We'll see.  (And we'll see soon!)

i'm shallow and indecisive, so when i'd narrowed it down to two choices and my parents said, essentially, knock yourself out (and if i decide i'm not cool with that, the bottom line is, what's another hundred dollars of debt when i'm already going to be a hundred thousand dollars in debt by the time i get out of here?), i went ahead and ordered the triple-dial watch and the cute dressier one.  they are en route to my parents' house now, and will thence be sent here to me.  (international shipping from overstock.com was going to be ridiculous.)  (the triple-face one said, when i ordered, that there were only ten left -- so although i have a confirmation of my order, of course until it's shipped i won't know for sure if i got it.  fingers crossed!)

also, for those of you who didn't pick it up from this morning's post, The Boy Who Etc. said No, thank you.  but here's why that's not bad at all!  in the first place, even in my drunken state, the drunken e-mail i sent last night was not along lines like "so am i nuts or have you been looking at me"; instead i said "we have a lot in common and i think you're cool and would like to know you better, so how weird would it be if i asked you out".  i feel like that demonstrates growth.  and secondly, he said "i like you a lot, and i like hanging out -- in fact i look forward to it! -- only, would rather keep it as friends."  so, you know.  i was really? only half wrong.

that doesn't make it a ton more fun when i say, in imitation of meg ryan in when harry met sally ..., "and i'm gonna be thirty!" and then he finishes the quote with "[hand-wave] someday!", but, you know.  it's also good to have friends, and frankly a lot of my other friends around here think my particular brand of knowing things about theatre and movies is bonkers.  this one and i, we tend to break into song, and that way we can both together raise people's eyebrows, instead of people looking at us oddly as individuals.  heh.

i couldn't do the ten things about my writing meme -- the thing, you know, you've all been doing it, ten ways to tell you're reading something i wrote -- even if i were sober, i couldn't do it, and at the moment, as i just said to acejillian, i am not actually drunk, but i'm certainly not sober.  heh.  am presently fretting over whether i can drunk!e-mail The Boy Who Has Been Looking At Me, on the grounds that if i'm wrong i can claim drunkenness and lose no face whatsoever.

will get back to you;.

[eta:  sent omg.  does it make me dangerously not-unlike an alcoholic, to depend so thoroughly on liquid courage?]