Sexuality is fluid
you are permitted a maximum of one 3.4 oz (100 ml) bottle of sexuality per passenger, all bottles must be carried inside a ziplock bag and placed in a bin for inspection prior to boarding the aircraft
And you know what’s really embarrassing? Leaving yours in the seat pocket when you get off the plane. Oh my god, you wouldn’t believe the trouble we had getting it back the last time that I did that. Peter’s still laughing.
This is my last formal concert with the Yale Concert Band. No one finds this surprising. I’ve known this day was coming since my first audition, way back in the late summer of 2010. College is funny like that. As much room as there is for uncertainty, confusion, and exploration, so much is still anchored around certain fixed points. Spring Break. Exam Week. Graduation.
The last concert in April.
I’ve been through all these things before. As a member of the band, I’ve even been at Commencement before — this May’s will be my fourth.
At the same time, I haven’t done any of these things before, not as a senior. It’s never been me who wouldn’t be around in the fall. I’ve never been the one marching in to the strains of Crown Imperial.
I’ve never played the last concert with a red rose pinned to my lapel.
that moment when you’re trying to add a potential employer to your contacts, but your thumb hits the wrong button and you call them at 7 their time and your entire life flashes before your eyes
ALSO UPDATE ON THIS i got an e-mail from the pertinent person today moving things forward with no reference to the phone call so i think we are A OK. POTENTIAL CRISIS AVERTED job-related stress returning to their usual background level
so on the one hand i came home to find that my computer’s hard drive was on the fritz, and I won’t be able to use it again for another 2 - 4 hours or so, which kind of sucks
but on the other hand, we discovered all kinds of beautiful, intimate moments in rehearsal today, some of which even i wasn’t expecting at all, and afterward the sky was the exact color of Prokofiev 7 and the air was cool but not yet nippy so I span in roulades down the sidewalk dissolving into the atmosphere as i imagined melodies swirling around me, so really i feel like i can’t complain
as an update to the computer system: very fortunately, i was able to recover almost everything from my backup disk. i haven’t poked into every nook and cranny, but it seems like the only things that didn’t make it back were a couple of preferences about display and keyboard settings. so i guess this is a friendly reminder to all to BACK UP YOUR DATA b/c this happened with literally no warning so far as i could tell. FUN TIMES! :D