I went for a short shopping excursion this morning, to find two more gifts as well as a baggage scale. My time is very short tomorrow morning, and I do not want to spend unnecessary time repacking bags ... My shopping was successful, and I returned home to pack. The morning was very, very rainy, and so my hopes of going to the beach one last time were dashed ...
... except that when I got home, the sun came out. I rethought my schedule, and decided I had time to go to the beach. Off I went - so quickly that I forgot my sunscreen. Oops. Upon arriving at the beach (the third one I chose, and the nicest), I went and walked in the water a bit. I didn't really want to go swimming, and then try to get the seaweed out of my hair, so I just walked. It was rather cold, and the sky had clouded over again. I went back, leaned against a log, and read for half an hour; at that point, the sun came out, and I just lay in the sun for another half hour. I then bussed back, did a little bit of packing, and hurried off to the music building to run through staging ...
... only to find that they were an hour behind! I decided to go have a shower, which I had meant to do earlier, but when I returned an hour later, I only just got there in time to rehearse my song. Luckily it went quite well and no one seemed particularly annoyed that I hadn't shown up in time. Oops again ...
I stayed in my gown to make dinner, and then eat it, and then do my hair and makeup. It's a bit of a hassle to get into, so I didn't want to have to do so again ... The gala was wonderful. Rather long - three and a half hours - but every minute was packed with interesting interpretation and excellent acting. The first act was the first half of our art songs; the second act was a short staged production by several of the students in a parallel program to my own; and the third act was the second half of the art songs. Almost all of the songs were staged (only three or four were performed in recital fashion), and they were all brilliantly conceived. Some were hilarious, some were heartbreaking, some were somewhat disturbing ... and all were so very artistic. :) We had drunk men, cocktail lounge singers, marionette masters, blind women, amorous pining from both sexes, and then little moments like reminiscing about one's grandmother ... yes, that was me.
Now, after the gala, everyone else has gone off to party, and I, alas, am not old enough ... besides, I still need to finish packing. So here I am. Packing. ... blogging.
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