Catching up

It’s been a week since I last posted. I am a terrible, neglectful blogger. How can I make it up to you? Will a retroactive Week in Review post work? No? Hmm... What if I provide some visual aids? Well, it’s worth a try.

Friday:
Free day devoted almost entirely to primping. Abduction opening night. Pretty dress (see visual aid #1). Big successes for The Soprano from Wisconsin and The Fabulous Ms. Wilson. Fancy schmancy party with slightly drunk colleagues, great food, and tacky ice sculpture.




Saturday:
Another free day. Breakfast with The New Oregonian. Shopping at the Galleria (something nobody should ever do on a Saturday). Dinner at an incredible newly discovered restaurant (Seco’s—go there). An interesting, only slightly too preachy play in a fun little space. An awesome band (see visual aid #2) at Rudyard’s with The New Oregonian, CameraMan, Fuzzball, and lots of Flickr/Twitter peeps.

Sunday:
Yet another free day (amazing, right?). Crepes for breakfast. Depressive funk brought on by ugly personal details I don’t feel like sharing. Early bedtime.

Monday:
Back to running for the first time since plague. Also back to work. Ill tenor. Cover rehearsal. First orchestra staging. Stress brought on by bad attitude.

Tuesday:
More running. Tenor still puking. Another cover rehearsal. Good mood brought on by possible hypothetical good news in vague hypothetical email form. Second orchestra staging. Beer and mozzarella sticks.

Wednesday:
Lots of running (yay!). Healthy tenor (double yay!). Continued good mood. Final orchestra dress rehearsal with invited audience. Perfect number of things gone wrong so that nobody gets too comfortable. Beer and mini corn dogs. Incredibly drunk waitress. Chatting with The New Oregonian and The Soprano from Wisconsin until almost 4am.

Thursday (the plan for today):
Day off from work and from running. Bergman Magic Flute on DVD (because I am a nerd and apparently cannot stay away from the opera for even a day). Lunch with The Wise Soprano. Hot stone massage and girly salon time with Little Miss Hardcore. Sushi dinner. Movie. Good mood and a snuggly kitten (see visual aid #3).