Tuesday, December 08, 2009

Quickly because it's time to gotoanotherconcert!!!11!!

The pre-Christmas craziness has struck. And I'm not talking about presents and cards and all that. That can actually wait.

I'm talking about all the extra activities. Specifically, concerts. Here's what we're looking at, off the top of my head:

Tonight is the middle school concert; tomorrow is my singing group's family and friends concert; Saturday isn't just my birthday,* it's also my son's Freshman vocal concert; Sunday is his Freshman orchestra; next Tuesday he's playing with the middle school orchestra as the grand old man of cello.

This is of course in addition to the usual choir rehearsals, voice lessons, cello lessons, cello choir, plus dress rehearsals OMG do we have the concert clothes ready? Blah blah blah BLAH.

It's enough to drive me to drink. Luckily, I like to drink, so there's plenty to choose from, and I had already factored in some drinking time, so I'm not actually wasting any valuable concert time.

* You know I had to slip that one in, right?

4 comments:

  1. Holy shit, woman, when do you all breathe?

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  2. Ah, I remember those days well. Once upon a time I had to attend 'cello, violin, saxophone, clarinet, piano, guitar, trumpet and singing concerts. I only have four children, but they liked to double up. Sometimes I had to pass the baby through the window at a petrol station where I met my husband while he was on the way home and I was on the way to yet another lesson.

    I rather miss it all now that I have to poke them and say, but you used to play so well...

    And I have to drink with very little excuse.

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  3. I love the Christmas sidebars! Usually I'm reading everyone through Google reader and I miss stuff like that.

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  4. Christmas concerts... for the moment I can still pretend like they don't exist and I'll never have to sit through hours of them just to see my own perform for 2 minutes.

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