the girly who shall end all girls

my new shirt fits. it's in the wash now, and will get a good ironing. my shoes are polished. i have black socks.

tonight is the first performance of Singing the Divine. ( standard concert announcement info )

i'm feeling pretty excited, and tense about every damn snowflake i see outside.

last night was our tech rehearsal. (wherein the chorus did well, the guest musicians did well, and the venue administration gets an F-.) we sound amazing. having the harp for the first time was distracting in a completely wonderful way (our accompanist had pipe organ samples to play on his keyboard, so i had a reasonable idea of how that might work.) for the first time i want a recording. i absolutely hate hearing myself sing, even buried in a well-blended section, but i wish i could hear what the audience hears.
the toughest thing for me when the music really really works is that i start to tear up. the physiology of crying is not particularly compatible with sound production or reading music. i *think* the Chichester Psalms is still demanding enough that i won't have the brain cells left to realize what i'm hearing. the harp and the top register on the pipe organ though...damn.
anyway, worth the ticket price, beyond any obligation or disinterest anyone may have in seeing me or the rest of the gang.

please please please let the weather be good tonight.

this has been a weekend of fine meals and good fellowship. (i associate the word fellowship with a long childhood of Lutheran church services, but it's the right word and i can't pass it up.)
( Friday - finger food and ink )
( Saturday - hail Satan! )
( Sunday - torture scene, altos, Crow ) i am so full, and so happy with all the visiting i got to do. i love my friends, and i wish i could have pulled out the time-turner to get to more of them this weekend.

one sad thing: i have a fondness for the defunct SciFi series The Invisible Man. Vincent Ventresca will be appearing next in a SciFi original movie called Larva. ick.

beautiful, beautiful rain. i missed my bus tonight, so i ended up taking the monorail home from rehearsal and got to watch the workers on a cherry picker stringing lights on the tree outside Westlake. i love the way Seattle glistens at night in the rain. even EMP is attractive when beaded with water. rain just makes me happy and horny. bring it on.

in other news, the new choral director rocks, and happens to be the only Asian man i've met who would make a great linebacker.

when i finally got home tonight, it was to discover that i had missed a call from my big brother. he's officially engaged to Karen, and i will finally meet her in the flesh over the holidays. yay! this means that dogs and cats can live together (even a blue heeler with attitude).

i was pleased to sing again tonight, and we work on some true polyharmony, which is the only reward for being an alto. the director complimented the back row tonight, and i felt pretty damn good about that since i was sight reading most of the night.

BUT

at the end of rehearsal our director announced that due to his dangerously high blood pressure (like, ready for a stroke high) his doctor has advised him to simplify his life and reduce his stress level. that means leaving us. so we have no director and a concert slated for February. so maybe there's no concert. we're having a meeting next week instead of rehearsing so that we can figure out what's happening. we pay peanuts, so i think we're screwed.

we found low-carb tortillas tonight at Trader Joe's.

sleep, that's when i'm a viking.

my first chorus rehearsal was great fun. the director is a teacher. i think all directors need to be in some respects. it's a really warm, welcoming environment. i was a little disappointed to realize that at least in my section, very few people live in seattle. i wanted to meet more people in seattle, dammit. i still got to have best. snacks. ever. plus great people on the bus there and a serene late-nite monorail ride.
downtown is so quiet at night. nobody lives there.