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May. 14th, 2004 01:28 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ciroccojI just realized I haven't updated in a while. Too busy, I guess. I love being at home.
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Wednesday night rehearsal was... yeah. I had asked Chris to come to our Sunday concert, but after the first hour of rehearsal I realized I love him too much to subject him to that. The songs we know, we know perfectly, but the ones we don't... until now I've only ever been in choirs where 'unprepared' meant that the dynamics weren't done perfectly, and one or two people flubbed a note or two. Entire sections getting completely muddled and missing entry after entry? During a concert? It's insane.
Then we moved to the main section of the church, where we'll actually be performing, and... wow. The sound was gorgeous. Glorious. Amazing. And we rocked, got everything almost note-perfect. I reinvited Chris, in my mind.
Then the men did their Viva L'Amore song. I uninvited Chris again. It was beyond bad. Bloody godawful. Picture twenty men wandering aimlessly through countless off-key repetitions of the phrase Viva L'Amore, bumping into each other at every turn, individual voices occasionally wailing out of the muddle, then mercifully getting buried again... ::shudder::
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Dinner yesterday for graduating psychiatry residents. Very nice food, good company, nice time. And I met the one psych resident who also did Med School at Queen's, as well as his spouse. Who also usually avoids medical functions at all costs, as he is also deeply scarred by Queen's medical dinners. Glad to see I'm not the only one who found sitting through endless discussions about medicine and being utterly ignored by everyone for an entire evening rather unpleasant. I remember thinking at the time that it seemed being mute was the best asset a medical spouse could have.
Anyway, this dinner wasn't like that, thank god. In fact, I even met somebody who went to nursing school with one of my university friends. Cool.
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Got mine and Justin's hair trimmed for the wedding next Friday. Have I mentioned how relieved I am that Karen didn't ask me to be her maid of honour? So far there's been a bridal shower, bachelor and bachelorette parties, a box-making party, this Sunday is the pre-rehearsal, Thursday is the rehearsal, and Friday the actual wedding. Then there's a reception, then a gift-opening at the new married couple's home the day after. Not to mention fittings, pre-wedding hair and makeup appointments, etc etc. The mind boggles.
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Reading the Neanderthal Parallax by Robert Sawyer. It's utterly weird to read a novel set in Canada. It feels like fic, actually - like something a friend of mine wrote, but obviously not something anybody would actually publish, since the reading public would get utterly confused by loonies, Prime Ministers, Sudbury, Tim Horton's, nickel mining, York University, socialized medicine, etc etc.
Good books though. The plot and ideas are very interesting. Although I do wish he'd stop clubbing the readers over the head with the Moral Lesson!! Listen to the Moral Lesson!! LISTEN!!! DID YOU GET THE MORAL LESSON?!! I'LL REPEAT IT, THEN!!
Wednesday night rehearsal was... yeah. I had asked Chris to come to our Sunday concert, but after the first hour of rehearsal I realized I love him too much to subject him to that. The songs we know, we know perfectly, but the ones we don't... until now I've only ever been in choirs where 'unprepared' meant that the dynamics weren't done perfectly, and one or two people flubbed a note or two. Entire sections getting completely muddled and missing entry after entry? During a concert? It's insane.
Then we moved to the main section of the church, where we'll actually be performing, and... wow. The sound was gorgeous. Glorious. Amazing. And we rocked, got everything almost note-perfect. I reinvited Chris, in my mind.
Then the men did their Viva L'Amore song. I uninvited Chris again. It was beyond bad. Bloody godawful. Picture twenty men wandering aimlessly through countless off-key repetitions of the phrase Viva L'Amore, bumping into each other at every turn, individual voices occasionally wailing out of the muddle, then mercifully getting buried again... ::shudder::
Dinner yesterday for graduating psychiatry residents. Very nice food, good company, nice time. And I met the one psych resident who also did Med School at Queen's, as well as his spouse. Who also usually avoids medical functions at all costs, as he is also deeply scarred by Queen's medical dinners. Glad to see I'm not the only one who found sitting through endless discussions about medicine and being utterly ignored by everyone for an entire evening rather unpleasant. I remember thinking at the time that it seemed being mute was the best asset a medical spouse could have.
Anyway, this dinner wasn't like that, thank god. In fact, I even met somebody who went to nursing school with one of my university friends. Cool.
Got mine and Justin's hair trimmed for the wedding next Friday. Have I mentioned how relieved I am that Karen didn't ask me to be her maid of honour? So far there's been a bridal shower, bachelor and bachelorette parties, a box-making party, this Sunday is the pre-rehearsal, Thursday is the rehearsal, and Friday the actual wedding. Then there's a reception, then a gift-opening at the new married couple's home the day after. Not to mention fittings, pre-wedding hair and makeup appointments, etc etc. The mind boggles.
Reading the Neanderthal Parallax by Robert Sawyer. It's utterly weird to read a novel set in Canada. It feels like fic, actually - like something a friend of mine wrote, but obviously not something anybody would actually publish, since the reading public would get utterly confused by loonies, Prime Ministers, Sudbury, Tim Horton's, nickel mining, York University, socialized medicine, etc etc.
Good books though. The plot and ideas are very interesting. Although I do wish he'd stop clubbing the readers over the head with the Moral Lesson!! Listen to the Moral Lesson!! LISTEN!!! DID YOU GET THE MORAL LESSON?!! I'LL REPEAT IT, THEN!!
- TV (kids) - 0
- Computer (kids) - 1h
- Exercise (me) - 1.5h walk
- Computer (me) - 1h
- Lose temper (me) - 0
- Justified (me) - 0
- Outside - 2h
- Cooking - yes
- Crafts - no
- Chores - yes
- Reading - no
- Going somewhere - hairdresser and dentist
- Visiting - no
- TV (kids) - 0?
- Computer (kids) - J ?, D 30min
- Exercise (me) - 1
- Computer (me) - 2h
- Lose temper (me) - 3
- Justified (me) - 1
- Outside - yes
- Cooking - yes
- Crafts - none
- Chores - laundry
- Reading - 0
- Going somewhere - 0
- Visiting - 0
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Wow...
Date: 2004-05-14 10:36 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-05-14 01:59 pm (UTC)Oh. My. God.
You poor creature.
Okay, I know you're happy for your friend, but did you ever wonder if getting married was a secret way to torture your friends? And yourself? I just can't imagine someone going through all of the 'stuff' people take as routine? (Does the groom actually have to do anything except show up nicely dressed? Hmmmm.)
From one singer to another
Date: 2004-05-15 08:27 pm (UTC)