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"And there were real people doing it."
Jun. 4th, 2004 12:57 amTitle courtesy of a kiddie quote board at the day-care where we hold our Scottish Country Dancing class: "I saw the Lion King thing and there were real people doing it." Many other kids had seen Shrek 2.
Scottish tonight was pretty sucktastic, from my perspective. K arranged a musicians' workshop, then disappeared to teach a crash course in footwork fifteen minutes into it, leaving me to run things. I was completely unprepared, tired, not really up to dealing with people, and had trouble explaining simple stuff—like opening and closing chords, the invisible dots on the sheet music, etc. She and I had a talk afterward, and all is now well between us, but I was grumpy most of the night.
This is a hurried update, since I need to pack for Alumni Weekend, then get to sleep at a decent hour to wake up for my flight tomorrow. (If I get there less than two hours before the departure time, the terrorists have already won.) The last two days have been full of small trips: trip to the bank to withdraw cash for this weekend, trip to the photo store to buy a new camera case and have my ear talked off by Ox (Star Trek fan, lower-back-pain-sufferer), trip to the shoe store to attempt to buy a new pair of Ecco sandals (they were not available in my size, but I ordered a pair), trip to Orchid Lane to buy OFIH's replacement present, trip to the post office to mail OFIH's replacement present. I've also been putting together Clay-O-Rama rules and stuff for this weekend. Busy busy.
K and I did find time to take a nice long walk in the post-rain coolth last night. We actually got a little lost, within a mile of our house, which is mildly embarrassing—that'll teach us to walk northwest, away from the center of town. There are a lot of immaculate lawns and ranch houses out that way, very suburbia: "Where no student has set foot, lo these many years," as I put it.
Time to pack. I hate packing. I fear I'll forget the one thing that would make the weekend Fun For All.
Scottish tonight was pretty sucktastic, from my perspective. K arranged a musicians' workshop, then disappeared to teach a crash course in footwork fifteen minutes into it, leaving me to run things. I was completely unprepared, tired, not really up to dealing with people, and had trouble explaining simple stuff—like opening and closing chords, the invisible dots on the sheet music, etc. She and I had a talk afterward, and all is now well between us, but I was grumpy most of the night.
This is a hurried update, since I need to pack for Alumni Weekend, then get to sleep at a decent hour to wake up for my flight tomorrow. (If I get there less than two hours before the departure time, the terrorists have already won.) The last two days have been full of small trips: trip to the bank to withdraw cash for this weekend, trip to the photo store to buy a new camera case and have my ear talked off by Ox (Star Trek fan, lower-back-pain-sufferer), trip to the shoe store to attempt to buy a new pair of Ecco sandals (they were not available in my size, but I ordered a pair), trip to Orchid Lane to buy OFIH's replacement present, trip to the post office to mail OFIH's replacement present. I've also been putting together Clay-O-Rama rules and stuff for this weekend. Busy busy.
K and I did find time to take a nice long walk in the post-rain coolth last night. We actually got a little lost, within a mile of our house, which is mildly embarrassing—that'll teach us to walk northwest, away from the center of town. There are a lot of immaculate lawns and ranch houses out that way, very suburbia: "Where no student has set foot, lo these many years," as I put it.
Time to pack. I hate packing. I fear I'll forget the one thing that would make the weekend Fun For All.
