Concert and aftermath
Last night the choir had its most successful concert to date. We sold about 250 tickets and raised more than $3,500. It's welcome news because other fundraising activities this season, like the monthly dances, have barely broken even.
The feedback was excellent, too. This came as a surprise because we didn't feel well prepared. But the performance came together at last. Terrilyn received a standing ovation for her new composition, and we all received another one at the end.
Oddly, I received numerous compliments on my appearance. One or two would not have surprised me, but it came from at least six different people. Maybe it's because the new black vest I was wearing had some magic in it, but I did not actually get laid. Maybe the choir people are just humouring me after my surgery.
Today I wound down with Sylvie. She came over for lunch. Then we went for another walk, though not as far as last Sunday; we were both too tired. Later we had dinner at Jon's and watched Paradise Road, starring my favourite actress, Glenn Close, about a group of women, mostly British, in a prisoner-of-war camp in Sumatra during World War II. It was reminiscent of Tea With Mussolini but sadder in that some of them died.
Then Sylvie had to leave, and Jon and I watched Big Eden. This is a heartwarming romantic comedy that speculates what it would be like for two men to fall in love in a small Montana town if their friends and family all acted like being gay was normal. It was practically an Oscar and Hammerstein storyline, schmaltzy but beautifully done, with no hint of sexual content. As if traditional family values were inclusive. It's a different, happier planet than Queer As Folk.
It left me lonely for a strong pair of arms to come home to. Yes that's exactly what I need, not sex, just a big hug to curl up in and go to sleep. But that's all I can say for today. I'm exhausted from a busy weekend.
The feedback was excellent, too. This came as a surprise because we didn't feel well prepared. But the performance came together at last. Terrilyn received a standing ovation for her new composition, and we all received another one at the end.
Oddly, I received numerous compliments on my appearance. One or two would not have surprised me, but it came from at least six different people. Maybe it's because the new black vest I was wearing had some magic in it, but I did not actually get laid. Maybe the choir people are just humouring me after my surgery.
Today I wound down with Sylvie. She came over for lunch. Then we went for another walk, though not as far as last Sunday; we were both too tired. Later we had dinner at Jon's and watched Paradise Road, starring my favourite actress, Glenn Close, about a group of women, mostly British, in a prisoner-of-war camp in Sumatra during World War II. It was reminiscent of Tea With Mussolini but sadder in that some of them died.
Then Sylvie had to leave, and Jon and I watched Big Eden. This is a heartwarming romantic comedy that speculates what it would be like for two men to fall in love in a small Montana town if their friends and family all acted like being gay was normal. It was practically an Oscar and Hammerstein storyline, schmaltzy but beautifully done, with no hint of sexual content. As if traditional family values were inclusive. It's a different, happier planet than Queer As Folk.
It left me lonely for a strong pair of arms to come home to. Yes that's exactly what I need, not sex, just a big hug to curl up in and go to sleep. But that's all I can say for today. I'm exhausted from a busy weekend.