very eventful times
don't feel like updating, but I'm obligated to. Briefly:
Friday brought a spontaneous outing to Z's jazz concert with me, Bonnie and Holly. We danced in our back-row seats. Zach had an outstanding solo, and even Bonnie ("I don't like jazz") had a good time, though the vocalist flubbed in several places in On the Street Where You Live. Z says the kid showed up to two of the rehearsals, ever. It's funny, cause he acted like he was Sinatra reincarnated... and wasn't. We met up with Alita and went out to crepes afterwards. We got lost on the way back, and I'd've liked to stay awake (I'm sure it was good times), but crashed in the back seat as B and H got me to my place.
Saturday was a row, good bonding time with the team, a "shark" in the river (I swear it was a fin-shaped piece of driftwood attached to something alive -- but it moved against the current and followed us when we sped up. I'm not ruling out the possibility it was at least temporarily attached to our boat). Sarah's car (me, her, Ben and big Mike) took a detour for breakfast at Josephs II, then I went to campus and saw Into the Woods again. They've made changes: Jake has toned down the crazy faces and the hypersexuality a lot. I appreciated Sam's "direction" a little more. Also, they slowed the tempo for a lot of songs, which I felt was a plus. The cast forced a frantic tempo on them during the finale. There were other improvements I can't remember. On the downside, Jenny messed up a couple of lines, I still couldn't hear or understand the stepmother's sung lines, and the pit wasn't as clicked as on Thursday. My wife left during intermission, which made me sad, although I did run into my cousin and make tie-dye at Springfest right outside during intermission, and still barely missed three measures of the second act. After the show I saw Ozomatli on my way out, danced with To3m, and got a ride home from Abe. Home to do work and bed at 10.
Today: Race. Simmons finished one or one and a half lengths ahead of us, but we had open water on Lesley, as per amscapecait's entreaty. It was a solid race but not fantastic. Somehow all the cox boxes picked up radio signal at the start. They were filming a movie at the bridge sitting on the 1000 mark; rumor says it's called 21 and about the MIT kids who learned how to count cards and won so much in Vegas that they were banned everywhere. There was a helicopter hovering just above the water giving us a crosswind and noise -- and forcing the race to start more than half an hour late as we waited for police clearance to go. Z and GF showed up, which made me really happy. Rather than dock at Riverside and drive the boats the measly four miles back, we rowed it. It took an hour. Then we landed at CRI, ate parents' food, had a cute and cracked-out senior photo shoot, and came home. Blah, blah. Now, IS work until TCFI time.
Friday brought a spontaneous outing to Z's jazz concert with me, Bonnie and Holly. We danced in our back-row seats. Zach had an outstanding solo, and even Bonnie ("I don't like jazz") had a good time, though the vocalist flubbed in several places in On the Street Where You Live. Z says the kid showed up to two of the rehearsals, ever. It's funny, cause he acted like he was Sinatra reincarnated... and wasn't. We met up with Alita and went out to crepes afterwards. We got lost on the way back, and I'd've liked to stay awake (I'm sure it was good times), but crashed in the back seat as B and H got me to my place.
Saturday was a row, good bonding time with the team, a "shark" in the river (I swear it was a fin-shaped piece of driftwood attached to something alive -- but it moved against the current and followed us when we sped up. I'm not ruling out the possibility it was at least temporarily attached to our boat). Sarah's car (me, her, Ben and big Mike) took a detour for breakfast at Josephs II, then I went to campus and saw Into the Woods again. They've made changes: Jake has toned down the crazy faces and the hypersexuality a lot. I appreciated Sam's "direction" a little more. Also, they slowed the tempo for a lot of songs, which I felt was a plus. The cast forced a frantic tempo on them during the finale. There were other improvements I can't remember. On the downside, Jenny messed up a couple of lines, I still couldn't hear or understand the stepmother's sung lines, and the pit wasn't as clicked as on Thursday. My wife left during intermission, which made me sad, although I did run into my cousin and make tie-dye at Springfest right outside during intermission, and still barely missed three measures of the second act. After the show I saw Ozomatli on my way out, danced with To3m, and got a ride home from Abe. Home to do work and bed at 10.
Today: Race. Simmons finished one or one and a half lengths ahead of us, but we had open water on Lesley, as per amscapecait's entreaty. It was a solid race but not fantastic. Somehow all the cox boxes picked up radio signal at the start. They were filming a movie at the bridge sitting on the 1000 mark; rumor says it's called 21 and about the MIT kids who learned how to count cards and won so much in Vegas that they were banned everywhere. There was a helicopter hovering just above the water giving us a crosswind and noise -- and forcing the race to start more than half an hour late as we waited for police clearance to go. Z and GF showed up, which made me really happy. Rather than dock at Riverside and drive the boats the measly four miles back, we rowed it. It took an hour. Then we landed at CRI, ate parents' food, had a cute and cracked-out senior photo shoot, and came home. Blah, blah. Now, IS work until TCFI time.