Rock Opera and Aftermath
This post is a tad belated. Oh well…
Kudos to
pyrosx for getting me into Vox Camerata!
It was kind of awesome actually, because I joined just in time to be part of Rock Opera, a musical held in Esplanade theatre. Have watched a fair number of shows in there, but it’s so much cooler to explore the back stage of the theatre!
The time we spent together rehearsing was a total blast, even though it was a real bitch that the scores kept changing. Good thing we did took it in our stride and bulldoze our way through the amendments! Keke…
We sort of had tonnes of time in our hands in the midst of the countless ohhs, oos, and ahhs we had to sing. That’s when I thought bringing my trusty sudoku book along to keep myself occupied made good sense. How ironic I actually got bored of it pretty soon and went about doing something else, while some of the other fellows who sat near me actually got hooked doing the puzzles. And mutilated my book!
Well the highlight was after the end of the second day’s performance. All of us were caught up with post performance high, and the crowd that bunked at
apriltan’s was totally awesome! As
mongky wrote, dirty laundry were aired, and man mine was filthy as crap! Good company and booze is just too lethal a combination, and I caved and let out more than I should. Let's just hope you guys are good at keeping secrets.
Apparently from separate accounts:
1. I humped a guy (heck, I think I was trying to canoodle anything that moved!)
2. Someone almost made something ride up my posterior orifice (sigh… what goes around really does come around)
3. I had a plastic bag over my head just in case I puked
4. I was excessively liberal with the use of female derogatory terms like bitch, slut, whore, tramp (
pyrosx got it too... sorry!!!)
5. I broke a glass
6. I snooped a little too close to gals’ crotches
7. I broke into occasional (or was it frequent) song and dance that was nothing less than spastic
And people, thank you (read: damn you guys!) for recording all these down. Even though I cannot appropriately recall most of what happened, everything just came screaming back into my head after I watched the videos (more than 1 some more!)! I am so gonna hammer people if they ever appear on youtube.
The trauma did not end there alas. My head was still spinning when I reached home, and all I really wanted was just some cold water. Thinking that was not too much to ask, I opened the fridge, and my jaw dropped when all I saw were Tiger beer, some red wine, Bailey’s, Choya plum wine! *faint* Why the hell are they all in the fridge anyway?!?
It felt kind of freakish honestly, how quickly I was able to gel with the members. It's a good feeling though.
There should really be a crime against having so much fun.
Kudos to
pyrosx for getting me into Vox Camerata!
It was kind of awesome actually, because I joined just in time to be part of Rock Opera, a musical held in Esplanade theatre. Have watched a fair number of shows in there, but it’s so much cooler to explore the back stage of the theatre!
The time we spent together rehearsing was a total blast, even though it was a real bitch that the scores kept changing. Good thing we did took it in our stride and bulldoze our way through the amendments! Keke…
We sort of had tonnes of time in our hands in the midst of the countless ohhs, oos, and ahhs we had to sing. That’s when I thought bringing my trusty sudoku book along to keep myself occupied made good sense. How ironic I actually got bored of it pretty soon and went about doing something else, while some of the other fellows who sat near me actually got hooked doing the puzzles. And mutilated my book!
Well the highlight was after the end of the second day’s performance. All of us were caught up with post performance high, and the crowd that bunked at
apriltan’s was totally awesome! As
mongky wrote, dirty laundry were aired, and man mine was filthy as crap! Good company and booze is just too lethal a combination, and I caved and let out more than I should. Let's just hope you guys are good at keeping secrets.
Apparently from separate accounts:
1. I humped a guy (heck, I think I was trying to canoodle anything that moved!)
2. Someone almost made something ride up my posterior orifice (sigh… what goes around really does come around)
3. I had a plastic bag over my head just in case I puked
4. I was excessively liberal with the use of female derogatory terms like bitch, slut, whore, tramp (
pyrosx got it too... sorry!!!)
5. I broke a glass
6. I snooped a little too close to gals’ crotches
7. I broke into occasional (or was it frequent) song and dance that was nothing less than spastic
And people, thank you (read: damn you guys!) for recording all these down. Even though I cannot appropriately recall most of what happened, everything just came screaming back into my head after I watched the videos (more than 1 some more!)! I am so gonna hammer people if they ever appear on youtube.
The trauma did not end there alas. My head was still spinning when I reached home, and all I really wanted was just some cold water. Thinking that was not too much to ask, I opened the fridge, and my jaw dropped when all I saw were Tiger beer, some red wine, Bailey’s, Choya plum wine! *faint* Why the hell are they all in the fridge anyway?!?
It felt kind of freakish honestly, how quickly I was able to gel with the members. It's a good feeling though.
There should really be a crime against having so much fun.