Today...woah, today.
Today, woah. I had the individual part of my aural skills final today at 3:00, so 10am to 2:30 was spent preparing for it. I actually ended up doing semi-well. I feel great though, just knowing that it is OVER! Never again will I be tested over piano skills, or ear training, or dictation! It's fabulous, really.
Then I got back, watched a little Oprah, then went to my friend Katrina's tutor's house to study for music theory. That test is on Thursday. After that we decided to go grab some dinner at Bari's. If you haven't been there, it's known for it's surprisingly affordable, yet tasty, Italian food. I ordered spinach ravioli and the girl recommended the "pink sauce" on top, so that's what I got. When I got the ravioli, I was a bit surprised to see that it only came with 4 ravioli's. A little weak. I mean, I get lean cuisines with more ravioli than that. However, I didn't want to seem like a fatty or ingrate so I ate without complaining. After finishing we went to pay and the lady was like, your total is 8.50. What!? 8.50!? The pink sauce is 2.00 extra, the cashier says. Sometimes the waitresses forget to tell you.
Katrina and I got in the car and realized that I payed over 2 dollars for each little ravioli, lol.
We found this rather amusing. So were a bit giddy and yet, rather ticked off at the same time, as we were driving back to my apartment for her to drop me off. Next thing ya know we're getting pulled over by a cop. Luckily he was a friendly black man, not intimidating in the least. He actually looked like Seargant Micheals from 7th Heaven. We had no idea why she was pulled over, she wasn't speeding, she had her headlights on. When she asked the cop why, he replied, "well when you turned you forgot to use your signal, and at that stop sign, since there wasn't a little line to stop at, you were supposed to stop at the imaginary line, and you didn't."
What? There's no way we're really getting pulled over for not stopping at a pretend line, lol. So after sitting in his car looking things up for like an hour, he asks her to get out of the car. He then asks her if she's been drinking because "she had been driving a little loopy". Of course the answer was no, and he let her off with a warning.
The moral of this story is, ask before you order pink sauce, and if you sense the presence of an imaginary line, be sure and stop.
Then I got back, watched a little Oprah, then went to my friend Katrina's tutor's house to study for music theory. That test is on Thursday. After that we decided to go grab some dinner at Bari's. If you haven't been there, it's known for it's surprisingly affordable, yet tasty, Italian food. I ordered spinach ravioli and the girl recommended the "pink sauce" on top, so that's what I got. When I got the ravioli, I was a bit surprised to see that it only came with 4 ravioli's. A little weak. I mean, I get lean cuisines with more ravioli than that. However, I didn't want to seem like a fatty or ingrate so I ate without complaining. After finishing we went to pay and the lady was like, your total is 8.50. What!? 8.50!? The pink sauce is 2.00 extra, the cashier says. Sometimes the waitresses forget to tell you.
Katrina and I got in the car and realized that I payed over 2 dollars for each little ravioli, lol.
We found this rather amusing. So were a bit giddy and yet, rather ticked off at the same time, as we were driving back to my apartment for her to drop me off. Next thing ya know we're getting pulled over by a cop. Luckily he was a friendly black man, not intimidating in the least. He actually looked like Seargant Micheals from 7th Heaven. We had no idea why she was pulled over, she wasn't speeding, she had her headlights on. When she asked the cop why, he replied, "well when you turned you forgot to use your signal, and at that stop sign, since there wasn't a little line to stop at, you were supposed to stop at the imaginary line, and you didn't."
What? There's no way we're really getting pulled over for not stopping at a pretend line, lol. So after sitting in his car looking things up for like an hour, he asks her to get out of the car. He then asks her if she's been drinking because "she had been driving a little loopy". Of course the answer was no, and he let her off with a warning.
The moral of this story is, ask before you order pink sauce, and if you sense the presence of an imaginary line, be sure and stop.