What I thought would only be a very busy day turned out to be a daylong party.
The Festival was exhausting, but pretty crafts, abundant (if rather expensive) food, a petting zoo, and tons of free stuff made it worthwhile.
After only two hours, Fiery Comedian Friend and I were collapsed on the sidewalk, defeated by the heat, humidity, and general hubbub. We went home.
Two hours later, I took the bus to Friend With Killer Fashion Sense's house and ran into Unlikely Buddy on the stairs. Only seven people were there, which was a boon as the apartment was not too big. Friend With Killer Fashion Sense had prepared enough food to feed an entire infantry and have leftovers. Almost everything had feta in it, and all of it was delicious. I had to leave early, so she gave me some homemade cheesecake in a bag.
The bus arrived just in time, seconds before the downpour. Once it arrived near the concert hall, the rain had stopped. Through the second coincidence of the evening, Childish Booksmart Friend and Tiny Russian Friend were both crossing the street at that precise moment, so we all headed together to the concert hall.
The first half was a Tchaikovski violin concerto. The soloist was unbelievably talented, you could almost hear the rise of eyebrows as veteran music connoisseurs were taken by surprise. She swayed like a dancer with her music, notes rising like a bird to the roof of the massive room. Standing ovation.
The second half was Beethoven's Ninth Symphony. The maestro took the time, before beginning, to explain why it was, in his opinion, the greatest work ever written. Though I disagree with him, the performance was quite good. After two encores of the finale, the choir was understandably out of breath.
After congratulating Internet-Savvy Friend, Childish Booksmart Friend and I headed to Friend Who Likes Science Fiction's room for a late-night movie. For the next three hours, we watched "Star Trek: The Motion Picture," which was in my opinion entirely too similar to "2001: A Space Odyssey" for comfort. Although it wasn't bad, it was too stretched out, and dramatic vistas of starships alone, if condensed to slightly above the bare minimum, could have shortened the movie by a full hour. But I did like the ending, got to make 2001 references, and poke fun at the ridiculous amount of facial hair on various actors, so it was a pleasant evening.
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And my Biostats group is even finished with the project over 15 hours before the deadline! The paper is 19 pages long and actually halfway decent. I am impressed.
The Festival was exhausting, but pretty crafts, abundant (if rather expensive) food, a petting zoo, and tons of free stuff made it worthwhile.
After only two hours, Fiery Comedian Friend and I were collapsed on the sidewalk, defeated by the heat, humidity, and general hubbub. We went home.
Two hours later, I took the bus to Friend With Killer Fashion Sense's house and ran into Unlikely Buddy on the stairs. Only seven people were there, which was a boon as the apartment was not too big. Friend With Killer Fashion Sense had prepared enough food to feed an entire infantry and have leftovers. Almost everything had feta in it, and all of it was delicious. I had to leave early, so she gave me some homemade cheesecake in a bag.
The bus arrived just in time, seconds before the downpour. Once it arrived near the concert hall, the rain had stopped. Through the second coincidence of the evening, Childish Booksmart Friend and Tiny Russian Friend were both crossing the street at that precise moment, so we all headed together to the concert hall.
The first half was a Tchaikovski violin concerto. The soloist was unbelievably talented, you could almost hear the rise of eyebrows as veteran music connoisseurs were taken by surprise. She swayed like a dancer with her music, notes rising like a bird to the roof of the massive room. Standing ovation.
The second half was Beethoven's Ninth Symphony. The maestro took the time, before beginning, to explain why it was, in his opinion, the greatest work ever written. Though I disagree with him, the performance was quite good. After two encores of the finale, the choir was understandably out of breath.
After congratulating Internet-Savvy Friend, Childish Booksmart Friend and I headed to Friend Who Likes Science Fiction's room for a late-night movie. For the next three hours, we watched "Star Trek: The Motion Picture," which was in my opinion entirely too similar to "2001: A Space Odyssey" for comfort. Although it wasn't bad, it was too stretched out, and dramatic vistas of starships alone, if condensed to slightly above the bare minimum, could have shortened the movie by a full hour. But I did like the ending, got to make 2001 references, and poke fun at the ridiculous amount of facial hair on various actors, so it was a pleasant evening.
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And my Biostats group is even finished with the project over 15 hours before the deadline! The paper is 19 pages long and actually halfway decent. I am impressed.
2 comments:
I do love the names you give all your friends. I wonder what they would call you? Friend with Way with Words, perhaps.
Now there's an interesting exercise. I wonder how we each see ourselves from that point of view.
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