I have to go back to work tomorrow after 4 random days off. That blows. The only plus is that Kira (1/2 of my friend base in Spokane) will be there.
Before I head to work, though, I have to meet some ladies at church to go over some music and try to find a duet or something to prepare for Sunday. Fun fun. That means I actually have to get up before 9AM. Makes me tired just thinking about it.
Man alive, I'm lazy.
I went through a few new pieces today...Strauss stuff that my voice teacher lent me to start learning. It's been a while since I've learned new music (outside of all the cheesey stuff I get paid to sing on Sundays) and it made me feel strangely fulfilled just to be sitting in front of my keyboard plunking out notes. :-)
Speaking of singing, I've discovered a bit of a pattern. Drunk men love my voice. Granted, I am not often in the position to be singing for drunk men. In fact, this has only happened on two occasions. Once, at a co-workers birthday (at which I had nothing to drink I might add...apparently I am just a show off) I got a serious marriage proposal after singing some coloratura stuff from an Italian aria, and the guy got mad when I said no. I honestly had to sit and explain to him all the reasons we should not get married. It's funny now, but at the time it was very awkward and he couldn't look me in the eye for a good six weeks after the incident. Friday night, the other time it's happened, I was hanging out at Shari's with Kira, her boyfriend, and a bunch of his military friends and I only had to sing like two notes to get a napkin with a name and phone number written on it thrown at me. I plan to keep it as a trophy. Hahaha.
I'm not much to look at, but my voice apparently impresses people whose senses really aren't in tip top shape. Go me. Maybe that is how I will find my rich husband...try to get hired to sing at swanky cocktail parties and try to spend a lot of time around the older men who've had a couple too many bombay sapphire martinis with double olives.
The very idea makes me shudder, but hey, I might be able to afford to go to the dentist that way.
This has gone in such a strange direction. I really only meant to complain about having to go to work tomorrow. Apparently I couldn't help bringing up two of my favorite subjects. Singing and drunk men.
PS I went to see Zodiac tonight. It was terrific, and I really can't say that about a lot of movies I've seen in the past several years.
song: "Bottom of My Closet" Corbin gets it right
yesterday // life goes on
