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the holiday marathon
Dec. 22nd, 2004 11:46 am. . . or it seems like running one!
Saturday: lots of rehearsing for . . .
Sunday: the Candelight Carol Service. Which went beautifully. Even the tough very modernist Randall Thompson Alleluia (easy lyrics, as it is just "alleluia" repeated for pages . . . and pages . . . and pages . . . hard everything else). The place was packed. Ethan Hawke read The Night Before Christmas in a laid-back conversational style, which went over well with the audience generally, but not with M., who is a big adherent of the booming-voiced British ac-tor tradition. New Chelsea record for speed-dining -- we had a 40 minute break between rehearsal and performance and Jessica wanted dinner, so we dashed over to Chelsea Cottage Chinese and from order to meal done, it was less than 20 minutes. (I waited; don't like to sing after eating.)![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
misskittytalks joined M. for the event, and very kindly also lent us the last ep. of Lost before the reruns, which *ehem* someone who is me had mucked up taping, and . . .
Monday: We watched the next day (and wow, did that make up for the "nothing ever happens" with a vengeance), before I got to campus to collect final papers and give a make-up for an in-class writing a number of students had missed. And yay! several of my very favorite students informed me they were taking my HSS2 next semester. Then, since the Amex billing cycle had ticked over (sad, yeah, but we're catching up now that M's back to work), a marathon visit to Virgin/Barnes and Noble/Best Buy/another Barnes and Noble on my way home to finish up M.'s all-DVD Christmas pressies. [I should be being economical this year as in most ways we're having a very restrained Christmas. But he bought me a bloody iPod, so I guess I'm feeling all overcompensatory or something.]
Tuesday: Down to my Second Favorite City, Philadelphia, to seesilme, who was visiting family, and also to pick up Sherri's spare keys (bless her) so I can crash at their place during MLA next week.
And all the bad pennies are turning up now. People who live here go away at the holidays but then old friends start to turn up on one's figurative or literal doorstep. Eddie is up from Florida so we're going to M.'s restaurant (the one he's temporarily at 'til his opens) tonight, and next week Irene heard my plaintive cry of "M's working on my . . . birthday *sniffle*" and is coming down that day, and I'm sure we'll see Jon at some point, since he's staying with friends in NJ.
Happy holidays marathon, all.
Saturday: lots of rehearsing for . . .
Sunday: the Candelight Carol Service. Which went beautifully. Even the tough very modernist Randall Thompson Alleluia (easy lyrics, as it is just "alleluia" repeated for pages . . . and pages . . . and pages . . . hard everything else). The place was packed. Ethan Hawke read The Night Before Christmas in a laid-back conversational style, which went over well with the audience generally, but not with M., who is a big adherent of the booming-voiced British ac-tor tradition. New Chelsea record for speed-dining -- we had a 40 minute break between rehearsal and performance and Jessica wanted dinner, so we dashed over to Chelsea Cottage Chinese and from order to meal done, it was less than 20 minutes. (I waited; don't like to sing after eating.)
misskittytalks joined M. for the event, and very kindly also lent us the last ep. of Lost before the reruns, which *ehem* someone who is me had mucked up taping, and . . . Monday: We watched the next day (and wow, did that make up for the "nothing ever happens" with a vengeance), before I got to campus to collect final papers and give a make-up for an in-class writing a number of students had missed. And yay! several of my very favorite students informed me they were taking my HSS2 next semester. Then, since the Amex billing cycle had ticked over (sad, yeah, but we're catching up now that M's back to work), a marathon visit to Virgin/Barnes and Noble/Best Buy/another Barnes and Noble on my way home to finish up M.'s all-DVD Christmas pressies. [I should be being economical this year as in most ways we're having a very restrained Christmas. But he bought me a bloody iPod, so I guess I'm feeling all overcompensatory or something.]
Tuesday: Down to my Second Favorite City, Philadelphia, to see
silme, who was visiting family, and also to pick up Sherri's spare keys (bless her) so I can crash at their place during MLA next week.And all the bad pennies are turning up now. People who live here go away at the holidays but then old friends start to turn up on one's figurative or literal doorstep. Eddie is up from Florida so we're going to M.'s restaurant (the one he's temporarily at 'til his opens) tonight, and next week Irene heard my plaintive cry of "M's working on my . . . birthday *sniffle*" and is coming down that day, and I'm sure we'll see Jon at some point, since he's staying with friends in NJ.
Happy holidays marathon, all.
