recital is fini.

I enjoyed my recital - in fact, I regret not pushing myself harder. I was feeling more musical than I'd ever felt before. I wanted to sing through my instrument. It helped that I was playing on perhaps the best reed I've ever had the privilege to know (I didn't make it, more's the pity).

Recital had great turnout - about 130 people, and there were at least 20 people I didn't even know. Lots of my mother's work friends.. lots of my grandmother's school friends (the principal of the school where she volunteers was there with his wife, wtf?).

So now what? I'm starting to feel like this is the end of my musical career, but.. somehow, I don't want it to be the end. The recital galvanized me.. I realized that - with a good reed - I could enjoy playing the oboe. aka career. We'll see, I suppose. Oh yah, and everybody at the recital.. EVERYBODY, asked me "so what's next?" The first time I heard that question I thought it was inspired, so I gave a long-winded answer. By the time the last person asked me, I had shortened it to about half a sentence, to the point of sounding positively laconic.

Is it bad that I don't like the cohen brothers' movies? I missed out on that section of brain entitled "Cohen bros' humor" - I just sit stony faced through their films looking for an excuse to laugh (granted, I've only seen a couple...)

Friday is Phi Beta Kappa induction, and I get to wear one of my new dresses (plus the adorbe black pumps I wore to my recital). That alone makes being a good student worth all of the painful hours of studying.

Guess what - it's time to tan again. Maybe even lighten my hair with some chamomile (i heard that it works). I love the feeling of being bronzed and relaxed, and I love the smell of the sun on my skin.... yes, it has a smell. I love fizzy lemonade accompanied by a beautiful novel...lounge chair and bikini required. I love snorkeling. I love getting so hot from the summer sun that you have no choice but to fling yourself into a cool body of water. I love summer brunch. I love iced mochas (only as a relaxing, pleasurable drink - not as a necessary stimulant). I love walking around barefoot on the warm (noon or before) pavement (too hot after noon). After months of cold floors and even colder feet, warm concrete feels fabulous.

Ok, now I'm going to go outside.