…well, for me, anyway. it’s 1:07 in the morning here in denver, and i left the piano bar about 15 minutes ago. the symphony was fun, the conductor wore a pirate costume, all the people in the orchestra were dressed in costume, including a horn section wearing fly-fishing gear (and they’d cast their net and do some fishing in between playing), the violas were wearing wings and antennaes, a bass player was dressed as a shark, and, my favorite, a percussion guy was dressed as pippi longstocking, with braids that stuck out and a jumper.
it was a theater in the round, and we sat in back of the orchestra, which was interesting, because i got to watch the conductor’s face as he worked. he was very expressive. i bet it’s fun being a conductor.
some of the horns were dressed as characters from sesame street, including big bird, bert-n-ernie, oscar the grouch, and the count.
after the symphony, we went to the piano bar and ate dinner, and then we sat at the piano and started to sing. at first we weren’t very loud, but i noticed that as people drank, they got louder. eventually other people joined us, including a young guy with a great voice. a couple of times a drunk guy sat down and belted out a song. sometimes it was the song we were singing, other times it was something entirely different. these guys were always very very loud.
as we sang, it became more and more fun, and i started to think that maybe, someday, i’ll try karaoke.
or not.
after a while, though, my throat started to hurt, and my eyes began to burn. they’re still burning, as a matter of fact, even though i came back to christine’s and took a shower.
i suppose they’re all still singing.
and another birthday comes to a close…
whew, i’m tired.
at one point in the evening, when i started to yearn to get the hell out of the bar, i thought, maybe it’s because i’m getting older. but i’ve never enjoyed staying up really late. i’m very, very happy to be here where it’s quiet, and where i no longer smell like smoke.
i’ve seen lots of people smoking here in denver, which is surprising. i’ve also seen lots of people running, and most people i’ve seen seem pretty fit. maybe smoking is their only vice? hard to say.
have i mentioned how happy i am to be here in this peaceful apartment?
i sleep now.
i hope your friday is good.
ok then,
grace at the very very end of the day, finally.