Sweet nothings

My best friend is coming from Italy a week from yesterday, I'm learning how to play ragtime on the xylophone, I actually have been writing a lot, and I've cooked enough over the past week to feed a small army. I don't pay attention to the news and I don't watch television except when I know something specific is on. I stay up all night and sleep until the afternoon. I'm living in the perfect world of summer and nothing is going to burst my little bubble. I'm happy.

I suppose this drabble is technically late, since I'm posting after midnight, but enjoy anyway.

( 16 - Focus )

It's finally Friday

I have now officially gotten my little brother hooked on Angel. I sat him down, forced him to watch one episode of season five, and told him that he could leave after the episode's conclusion if he honestly didn't like it. After much grumbling, he agreed to the deal and slouched on the chair near my computer so we could watch it together. About ten minutes into the episode, he was busily asking several hundred questions a minute, and by the end, he was insisting that we watch the entire season from the beginning.

I am good. (And now I finally have someone with whom to have Angel discussions.)

The concert today was a minor disaster, as the entire wind section somehow ended up a measure ahead of the rest of the orchestra and I (poor percussionist that I am) couldn't do anything to help. They're just too inexperienced to understand how to salvage a piece that's gone that awry, but we ended up more or less in the same universe, so I suppose I can't complain too much. I have to keep reminding myself that I'm playing with kids that I wouldn't perform with normally. It's really not their fault that they have no practical concert experience.

Oh, and I watched JAG, which turned out to be hilarious. I worked for two JAGs one summer, and I got to know them quite well. Imagining them in the situations portrayed on TV was just ridiculous.

( 17 - Bartending )