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Workday was full of stories and happy dogs and getting things done and shooting rubberbands at Angelgrrl and pretty flowers and playing sarcastic air violin. Which I can do properly thank you. (more about that later.) It's fun having things to celebrate at work.
I'm so naughty on payday though. I always want to run out and buy things. I spent a good five minutes in the driveway about to turn onto Market Street convincing myself that no, I didn't need to ride down to Northampton Bicycle and purchase a bike odometer type thing right then. Partly because I had posted a while back that I wanted one for my birthday, and since that's in a couple of weeks I told myself firmly that I could wait and see if anyone actually got me one, and then go get one if not. And then another couple of minutes deciding whether to take the long way home through the drizzle or just say fuck it and go home. Decided on the latter option, because then I could go to the Deva web site and order a few items I've been lusting after all year.
Of course, when I got home I did no such thing. :) Instead, I found![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
beatgoddess and discussed happy pirate plans with her, metioning that I was interested in dragging out my violin and learning to play the Sailor's Hornpipe on it for the festivities. Of course that led to a mad rush downstairs to drag up our respective instruments and wax nostalgic about our years in various ensembles growing up. I got to ooh and ahh over her bone white clarinet (you don't see those every day), and at one point I tried a couple of scales on it, as I had a good three years of clarinet under my own belt as well. Discovered I still had the ability to force both high and low notes out of the instrument, but noticed my mouth hurt after that little bit and was very sad that I couldn't remember how to play The Pink Panther on it. beatgoddess is now searching frantically for her clarinet music. I know where mine is, but rather than launching into my own much needed practice, I sigh and shake my head instead, for I popped my G string (shut up, all of you) whilst trying to tune it. It's probably time to replace all three of my gut strings anyway - those are the same ones that have been on there since high school, and they're probably rotted to fuck anyway. Will have to pay a visit to Downtown sounds when we get back from cavorting with inle_rah and gossamer_gull this weekend, as I really want to start playing again. beatgrrl and I had this fabulous conversation about how all of us (sundart included) all used to play and love our instruments, and how there needs to be some kind of Casita Amarilla Save the Music action up in here. Anyway, long story short (TOO LATE!), if we can pull it off, there will be real authentic hornpipe playing at our pirate problem on Halloween as well. :)
This weekend it is off to the Belchertown Fair, and a couple of solid days of Buffy's first season. Here's hoping that I can get over Sarah Michelle Geller's funny nose long enough to enjoy it.
Workday was full of stories and happy dogs and getting things done and shooting rubberbands at Angelgrrl and pretty flowers and playing sarcastic air violin. Which I can do properly thank you. (more about that later.) It's fun having things to celebrate at work.
I'm so naughty on payday though. I always want to run out and buy things. I spent a good five minutes in the driveway about to turn onto Market Street convincing myself that no, I didn't need to ride down to Northampton Bicycle and purchase a bike odometer type thing right then. Partly because I had posted a while back that I wanted one for my birthday, and since that's in a couple of weeks I told myself firmly that I could wait and see if anyone actually got me one, and then go get one if not. And then another couple of minutes deciding whether to take the long way home through the drizzle or just say fuck it and go home. Decided on the latter option, because then I could go to the Deva web site and order a few items I've been lusting after all year.
Of course, when I got home I did no such thing. :) Instead, I found
beatgoddess and discussed happy pirate plans with her, metioning that I was interested in dragging out my violin and learning to play the Sailor's Hornpipe on it for the festivities. Of course that led to a mad rush downstairs to drag up our respective instruments and wax nostalgic about our years in various ensembles growing up. I got to ooh and ahh over her bone white clarinet (you don't see those every day), and at one point I tried a couple of scales on it, as I had a good three years of clarinet under my own belt as well. Discovered I still had the ability to force both high and low notes out of the instrument, but noticed my mouth hurt after that little bit and was very sad that I couldn't remember how to play The Pink Panther on it. beatgoddess is now searching frantically for her clarinet music. I know where mine is, but rather than launching into my own much needed practice, I sigh and shake my head instead, for I popped my G string (shut up, all of you) whilst trying to tune it. It's probably time to replace all three of my gut strings anyway - those are the same ones that have been on there since high school, and they're probably rotted to fuck anyway. Will have to pay a visit to Downtown sounds when we get back from cavorting with inle_rah and gossamer_gull this weekend, as I really want to start playing again. beatgrrl and I had this fabulous conversation about how all of us (sundart included) all used to play and love our instruments, and how there needs to be some kind of Casita Amarilla Save the Music action up in here. Anyway, long story short (TOO LATE!), if we can pull it off, there will be real authentic hornpipe playing at our pirate problem on Halloween as well. :)This weekend it is off to the Belchertown Fair, and a couple of solid days of Buffy's first season. Here's hoping that I can get over Sarah Michelle Geller's funny nose long enough to enjoy it.
