It's finally Friday
Jul. 2nd, 2004 10:56 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
xaaraI 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.
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Willy
I own a bar. And I mean I own this place. My name's out front, my hands handle drinks that come through – standard human beverages and other...specialized products. And since I'm there, I overhear stuff; I see dynamics change.
When Spike starts coming again, I notice, because where he goes, business dies. Literally.
He isn't here for blood or fighting, though. He's here for alcohol. Funny thing is, he doesn't get drunk like he used to. Almost like he's got someone waiting at home.
He acts weird, like he's looking for something.
Maybe he's just obsessed with another hopeless girl.
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.
<<<<>>>><<<<>>>><<<<>>>><<<<>>>>
Willy
I own a bar. And I mean I own this place. My name's out front, my hands handle drinks that come through – standard human beverages and other...specialized products. And since I'm there, I overhear stuff; I see dynamics change.
When Spike starts coming again, I notice, because where he goes, business dies. Literally.
He isn't here for blood or fighting, though. He's here for alcohol. Funny thing is, he doesn't get drunk like he used to. Almost like he's got someone waiting at home.
He acts weird, like he's looking for something.
Maybe he's just obsessed with another hopeless girl.
