Carissa leads the charge, and I'm camouflaged in green.
Patrick elicits a renaissance-y sound from the guitar as we
practice the traditional early music piece "The Middle."
Dreams really do come true: I was able to get through
performing Lizzo’s “Juice” without just laughing at myself, and we had a super
fun semi-secret party at an empty dorm.
The dancing got a little intense and we lost some of the beads from the
shaker, but everyone got home in one piece.
It was a school night so that meant just hot chocolate for me( “eight
hours bottle to throttle”), and it was about the most fun sober dancing I’ve
ever had.
A massive snowstorm started a few days ago, trapping people
here with short contracts from leaving, and providing ideal conditions for a
post-brunch snowball fight. Usually it’s
so dry and cold you can’t pack the snow, but it’s a balmy 25F and we’ve got
eight or so inches of beautiful cannon fodder.
There were no teams; occasional white-washings were perpetrated; random charges
were rallied; and a BBC crew filmed and participated.
I have thus far evaded the second round of illness, which
has morphed into a swift-striking and long-lasting strep-laryngitis. Fingers crossed that my mix of voodoo and
fresh ginger will keep me healthy and able to continue with xmas concert band,
choir, and vocal harmonies with a banjo player friend.
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