my weekend so far has been marvelous.

Steer Roast, amazingly, brilliantly, wonderfully, did not suck this year. in fact, it was great! tho' i forgot to visit the comms. but i did hang out at casino for a bit. and the pit lighting was lovely -- i can't believe i missed it for all those years because of concert choir. hrmph. anyway. and the feast today was very yummy. and all was well, though i did not stay very late and that is perhaps the only sadness. on the other hand, i am quite happy, and i bet that it is better that i did not stay up late.

i also saw the concert choir concert last night, in which the men seemed quite good and the women had... some problems. particularly the sopranos. S. agreed, so it's not just me being snippy and feeling superior. well, probably not, at least. nevertheless, i enjoyed the concert, as the pieces Bill picked were universally cool, and the soloists, especially the baritone he got for the Vaughn Williams, were excellent. and, as long as you keep reminding yourself that they are young, they are students, the choir was fine. mrr.

this evening, i saw the G&S performance of The Grand Duke. it was very silly and great fun, fairly well sung, acted and danced with enthusiasm and charm, and all around enjoyable.

the Diana Wynne Jones list i'm on is having a discussion about characters from books that the people on the list have wanted to be real people so that they could have relationships with them. the thing is, i remember this happening to me, very very strongly. but i don't remember the books or particular characters! it's very distressing. i hope it will come to me. but, man. it's embarassing. this is the kind of thing i expect myself to remember.

to address last entry's parting question, it is spring again, thank fucking god. it rained a bit this morning and cooled off immensely, and now there is the pleasant slight night chill that should be happening in early May, rather than the obscenely bright 90+ degree afternoons and sticky nights that we have been having recently. the kind of day that makes my primary form of movement the plod, saying to myself with each step, i hate the heat, i hate the sun. but, no longer, at least for a little while. yay! temporary reprieve. i'm still dreading the summer. but at least spring did not abandon us entirely. :)

i feel that i am too frivolous to write any more to-day. so, a parting question: how many roads... oh wait. let's try this again... i must be feeling very musical... why does money have to be so important? bah.

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