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The choir sang at the bookstore at Park Place, the other end of town, yesterday evening. I wasn't sure if I would be able to make the bus connections, since I would be trying to catch the last bus home, well close to home. I would still have had to walk a mile to my apartment. I decided to ride my bike. Over 9 miles each way. I took my time going and did a little window shopping but coming back was a bitch as it was dark on Saturday night and I did see a couple cars that weren't exactly paying attention to where they were going. I tried to stay off the major streets and it was fun riding through the night. It's interesting how just a few streets carry so much traffic and other streets, just as good and wide, carry so little. I was so tired when I got home and slept later than usual this morning.
It was fun singing but I felt like I couldn't get my voice right on pitch so I felt bad. I hope I didn't stick out too much. Sometimes I get carried away and bellow away, off key, before I realize I need to get with the others. This was a problem when I was a voice major as I don't have a good ear for staying on key or sight reading and can only manage if I really work at it.
This is the middle of a three day weekend and I feel rather at a loss. It's too early to start packing for my trip, since I need to wear the clothes I have this next week, but I can't get interested in anything else.
I went to see "A Flea in Her Ear" by Georges Feydeau. This is one of those farces where everyone misunderstands everyone else and run around like chickens with their heads cut off. These are very hard to carry off but the Arizona Reperatory Theatre did a great job. The first act was setting the scene but by the second and third act we were laughing hard. I can only take a thorough farce once in a while but when it's done well, it's great.