Write things down. It makes life more memorable.
Quite a weekend, quite a weekend. One that reminds me once again of the need to write things down, esp as short anecdotes.
For instance, the drive up to Boston was monstrously snarled by traffics, but the ride back was full of singing songs. Each of us trying to think up songs that we knew all of the words to that the others might know most of the words to. Singing silent night, playing with warm-up exercises, some jazz standards. It reminds me of the times in DC and Ann Arbor (or was it Australia?), when Rachel, Hamish and I used to sing Rent at the top of our lungs on the way home from some drunkenness.
Grand times that I think back on fondly, but that get fogged and forgotten easily. Perhaps scheduled writing times would help.
For instance, the drive up to Boston was monstrously snarled by traffics, but the ride back was full of singing songs. Each of us trying to think up songs that we knew all of the words to that the others might know most of the words to. Singing silent night, playing with warm-up exercises, some jazz standards. It reminds me of the times in DC and Ann Arbor (or was it Australia?), when Rachel, Hamish and I used to sing Rent at the top of our lungs on the way home from some drunkenness.
Grand times that I think back on fondly, but that get fogged and forgotten easily. Perhaps scheduled writing times would help.