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It's been a good weekend. Rehearsals are a party, a big scary party, but Deborah Cliffton makes kick ass cookies and Betsy's an amazing girl. Johnny Mac was more or less telling my life story on saturday ("I acctually DON'T need Physics", "what's one history test going to do to me", etc). Justin Castelli is one cool cat, Winterlude was just good clean fun. What with the polka and the monkey dancing and the whips and the beautiful people. Pat O'Hare can do an impression of me that kinda scares me, it's like he practices in the mirror or something, because he does things I didn't even realize I do.
Oh, and we had communion in noodles, so the night had to end up good. Post-lude, I went and talked about homosexuality and economics and football and diction and all manner of otherthings with Bonita, and man, I really love her mom.
And I was pretty much the only person in rehearsal that had any inclination to watch the Super bowl. which is sad.
oh, and the Vegan Breakfast Burrito at the Alterra on the Lake is beautiful. And I'm pretty sure that I saw Justin Schmidt's Dad at Alterra. Creepy. I thought they lived in mequon.
So, none of that is what I intended to write.