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Ooh! New music from JC Chasez. https://orcd.co/pwfire
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Back from a successful but somewhat lonely Convention. I travelled thither by train and coach, and walked from the bus station to the hotel, cursing my MagicEarth map as it was unhelpful in several ways. By the time I got there I wanted nothing more than to sit in my room with a nice cuppa tea, though I was outraged to discover the hotel did not supply biscuits!
I obviously missed any WhatsApp discussion there may have been on where to go for dinner, and eventually caught up with most of my chorus just as they had finished eating at Wagamama's. But, someone offered to come with me and have dinner somewhere else, so we found a nice Italian place where I had pasta (and dessert) and she had a very fancy dessert with a white chocolate lemon balanced upon it. There was also wine.
We watched most of the quartet finals, and I was pleased that for the first time ever, I managed to identify the winners in advance of the judging. Not that it was difficult, in this instance.
Could not sleep, of course. Hotel room was stiflingly hot. I think in future I should go to Convention on the Thursday, and be settled enough to get decent sleep on Friday and Saturday nights.
Our performance was early afternoon, so there wasn't time to see much of the chorus competition in the morning, and I didn't bother. But we sang well, and performed well, even though some odd difficulties happened on the stage and several of us ended up in positions we had never been in before! However, we got at least some arms waving in the audience, and we achieved our best score yet (71.2%). I will post a link to the performance when it is up.
I... couldn't find anyone to eat with, so ended up getting a takeaway and walking back to the hotel. Which was sad and pathetic, but also not a bad thing, because I fell asleep at eight - woke up at tennish, one-ish, and five-ish, but at least probably ended up with about nine hours of actual sleep, o bliss.
Sunday was basically the epic journey home. I arrived very early at the coach station and managed to get on a bus an hour earlier than I'd bought a ticket for, which meant I had time for a nice, leisurely meal at Victoria. Then I met three fellow chorus members in the queue for the coach, so we had a fun, and slightly rowdy, trip home. Only about half an hour late, which was pretty good - some of the train travellers had mega problems (lots of bus connections due to works on the line) and didn't get home until after 10pm.
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We collected a bunch of black sparkly jackets this week, and to my great woe I managed to scratch the car on a pillar in the car park. Sigh. Damage is superficial but will entail removing panels to respray them. Oh well. My parking needs work.
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Last night was our chorus dinner, and since it was actually on Hallowe'en we (mostly) dressed for the occasion. I was reminded that I own face paints, so I went green (with purple freckles), donned an ancient, tangled and appalling wig, and was delivered by my Beast to a friend's home so that I could paint her face, too. She ended up a sort of lilac blue, with sparkly cheekbones, and was very happy about it.
Very nice meal, lots of singing, a *large* glass of red wine, all good.
Oddly, it was harder to get the paint off my hands than off my face.
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I woke up up this morning remembering a trip to a wildlife park at which I did some child-wrangling and then observed a very large, spiked mammal pissing like a racecourse, while a squirrel thought, oooh, hot shower, and positioned itself beneath the stream.
When I had had my coffee I remembered that I have not been to any such wildlife park.
Dreams are weird.
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Back from a successful but somewhat lonely Convention. I travelled thither by train and coach, and walked from the bus station to the hotel, cursing my MagicEarth map as it was unhelpful in several ways. By the time I got there I wanted nothing more than to sit in my room with a nice cuppa tea, though I was outraged to discover the hotel did not supply biscuits!
I obviously missed any WhatsApp discussion there may have been on where to go for dinner, and eventually caught up with most of my chorus just as they had finished eating at Wagamama's. But, someone offered to come with me and have dinner somewhere else, so we found a nice Italian place where I had pasta (and dessert) and she had a very fancy dessert with a white chocolate lemon balanced upon it. There was also wine.
We watched most of the quartet finals, and I was pleased that for the first time ever, I managed to identify the winners in advance of the judging. Not that it was difficult, in this instance.
Could not sleep, of course. Hotel room was stiflingly hot. I think in future I should go to Convention on the Thursday, and be settled enough to get decent sleep on Friday and Saturday nights.
Our performance was early afternoon, so there wasn't time to see much of the chorus competition in the morning, and I didn't bother. But we sang well, and performed well, even though some odd difficulties happened on the stage and several of us ended up in positions we had never been in before! However, we got at least some arms waving in the audience, and we achieved our best score yet (71.2%). I will post a link to the performance when it is up.
I... couldn't find anyone to eat with, so ended up getting a takeaway and walking back to the hotel. Which was sad and pathetic, but also not a bad thing, because I fell asleep at eight - woke up at tennish, one-ish, and five-ish, but at least probably ended up with about nine hours of actual sleep, o bliss.
Sunday was basically the epic journey home. I arrived very early at the coach station and managed to get on a bus an hour earlier than I'd bought a ticket for, which meant I had time for a nice, leisurely meal at Victoria. Then I met three fellow chorus members in the queue for the coach, so we had a fun, and slightly rowdy, trip home. Only about half an hour late, which was pretty good - some of the train travellers had mega problems (lots of bus connections due to works on the line) and didn't get home until after 10pm.
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We collected a bunch of black sparkly jackets this week, and to my great woe I managed to scratch the car on a pillar in the car park. Sigh. Damage is superficial but will entail removing panels to respray them. Oh well. My parking needs work.
*
Last night was our chorus dinner, and since it was actually on Hallowe'en we (mostly) dressed for the occasion. I was reminded that I own face paints, so I went green (with purple freckles), donned an ancient, tangled and appalling wig, and was delivered by my Beast to a friend's home so that I could paint her face, too. She ended up a sort of lilac blue, with sparkly cheekbones, and was very happy about it.
Very nice meal, lots of singing, a *large* glass of red wine, all good.
Oddly, it was harder to get the paint off my hands than off my face.
*
I woke up up this morning remembering a trip to a wildlife park at which I did some child-wrangling and then observed a very large, spiked mammal pissing like a racecourse, while a squirrel thought, oooh, hot shower, and positioned itself beneath the stream.
When I had had my coffee I remembered that I have not been to any such wildlife park.
Dreams are weird.
