Sunday, October 16, 2005
Back from Frown Town
I had a busy weekend. Three days of running back and forth between Oscaloosa and Ottumwa to play in these communities' symphony orchestras. The former was actually a decent concert; a bunch of "child prodigies" doing concerto movements, and then the orchestra did Schubert's Eighth. The latter was a horrendous pops concert with us backing a local Jazz combo, the result of which was probably the Whitest music I've ever heard.
I've got a date Tuesday. I'm trying not to get too excited about it. I'm also trying not to be too pessimistic (despite how my reckless optimism burned me earlier this year with my last unrequited love). Love is like a blank cheque: you can write in any dollar amount you want, but you shouldn't be surprised if it comes back marked "insufficient funds".
And to quote myself... Eh heh.
I've got a date Tuesday. I'm trying not to get too excited about it. I'm also trying not to be too pessimistic (despite how my reckless optimism burned me earlier this year with my last unrequited love). Love is like a blank cheque: you can write in any dollar amount you want, but you shouldn't be surprised if it comes back marked "insufficient funds".
And to quote myself... Eh heh.
