It was a cross between yelling YAYA! at the top of our lungs, and a goodbye ritual. It was still fairly warm out, the night was clear, and the water was warm. We peeled off our clothes and waded in. We lost one shoe down river, but we got alot in return.
It is terrible when you know that you brought all of this anxiety and pressure on yourself. And yet, I suppose I must be a masochist, because I make the same choices over and over again
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I got suckered in (somehow) to participating in "Huron Idol" as the token vocal coach. I thought, no big deal. Probably not a huge commitment, and it will be fun
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