I know it's been a few days since I've updated this thing. I'm not lazy, I'm in a house with a single Internet-connected computer that has been turned into a mobile command center (don't ask) for the next week, meaning that my time online's a bit limited. Here, somewhat briefly, is the rundown of last weekend:
On Friday afternoon, I had a "networking" meeting with an old friend of my mother's, which went well until he stepped out of the office to find a book for me and the top button of my jacket decided to pop off. A black button on a predominantly blue Oriental rug is a difficult thing to spot, especially when one can't just get up and start crawling around for it, and by the time he escorted me from his office, I had given the thing up for lost. When the subject of Edinburgh came up, however, we returned to the office so I could give him a few notes (he's visiting in November), and when he turned to his computer, I noticed the button and snatched it off the rug, hopefully without attracting his notice.
Friday night combined several excellent things: Greek food, independent film, and a bunch of lovely ladies out on the town. Rosanna, whose social circle far surpasses mine at the moment, has graciously introduced me to several of her friends, and a few of us met on the southside at the Greek Orthodox Cathedral for the 35th annual Greek Food Festival. There was music and dancing, hundreds of people, and delicious Greek doughnuts, plus the rice pilaf I used to crave all year (until Zoe's Kitchen went in, that is). Afterwards, we carpooled downtown to the Alabama Theater for the opening film of the Sidewalk Moving Pictures Festival, The Ten, which was by turns hilarious, demeaning, and just plain stupid. Mocking trailers has never been quite so much fun.
On Saturday, I had dinner with an old friend, Roy, who can actually cook. Edgar's Bakery kindly supplied the dessert, as I cannot cook, but Edgar's has yet to fail me. We then went to the Alys for the ASO's "Music From the Danube" concert, two hours of Haydn, Beethoven, and a concerto featuring an amazing 26-year-old pianist and one very somber triangle player. Liszt's so-called "triangle concerto" does have an unusually prominent triangle part, and I have to say that the guy on triangle had the best job up there. Someday, I want to wear concert black and play the most mocked instrument known to man, save the cowbell...
Sunday, we sang both the 8 and 10:30 AM services, which isn't easy if one is accustomed to getting out of bed at 8 AM. We're also using a strange service format during the next month best described as the "Baptist Variety Hour", but there's no help for that. Sunday afternoon was devoted to napping to make up for the early service (it's the day of rest, after all), and then it was back to church for choir practice, then home for my dad's delicious homemade lasagna.
After a 2.5-mile run/walk this morning (you can't wear out a border collie), today was a day of errands for me while Mom holed up with the computer, a laptop editor, and the unenviable task of time coding tapes. I drove all around town for a few hours, then came home to find that my new choir dress had arrived. For a choir dress, it's not bad, but that's not saying much. It's also far too large, which, while better than the alternative, means I'll need to have some reconstructive work performed on it before December. (I also have to buy concert shoes tomorrow...note to self.) Tonight was BCC rehearsal, always a good two hours of singing, and as I was coming home this evening, I remembered why I missed my car so much while in Edinburgh: it's the only place I can sing along with "Con Te Partiro" without having blunt objects aimed at my head.
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