Because T.Hand requested it, a party recap: last night Miss S had a bunch of us over to celebrate Twelfth Night. There were a range of performances - singing, a handbell videotape, a hi-larious recording of Mr K singing Revels songs at the age of 3, and a reading of Babylon 5 quotes. Not an ironic reading, either.After the performances, we played Catchphrase, which I thought I would like but in fact got very sick of. And wouldn't you know it - when a turn ended with me holding the beepy thing, the beepy thing mysteriously disappeared. Can't imagine where it got to.
My favorite part of the evening, permanently cementing my status as a huge choir nerd, was when the 10 of us sang some of the pieces from the Christmas show. Nothin' like a little four-part harmony to end your party right.
I stayed on the couch so I wouldn't have to drive home late from what Z.Dog eloquently calls "West Assbackistan, Virginia." And at about 1:30 I finally gave in and took an Aleve, and my giant headache went away. Yayyyy.
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Oh, thank you! I feel so very tabloid-eque at the moment. I emailed you some delightfully blurry photos for your entertainment.
And I was JUST thinking about how cool we sounded singing the songs from the show. I didn't realize how much I missed singing with other gifted vocalists.
Yeah, wasn't that nice? I think we should have a Les-Miz-singing party next.
Yeah, les miz, I'm so with that. TH, your voice is purrttee! I liked it when you sang about T&A. Funny!
It took me a really long time to figure out what the heck that picture was, and I was sitting right there when it was taken!
Yeah, Miss S, I think that's actually your leg at the top right of the picture.
Not your leg, your arm. Right. It's past my bedtime.
C'mon, TOWWAS, post your blurry portrait... it'll be fun!
And by the way, sorry I was kinda, um, obnoxious at the party. Maybe it was because I was sitting next to Mr. K that I got all wound up! Yeah, baby!
One man's obnoxious is another man's hilarious, dude.
And I think any girl could be excused for getting a little addled by the presence of Mr K.
Yeah, we love gorgeous Mr K. He does get the gals in a tizzy! Now that the Norwegians are gone it's nice to remember we have our own resident hottie. (I hope he is reading this. Hi Mr. K!)
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