[NON BLOG] Last Evening
Jan. 13th, 2005 12:18 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rfmcdonaldIn keeping with the spirit of yesterday's post, I went and attended the rehearsals of the Rainbow Voices of Toronto last evening. I sang in my elementary school's choir and played violin until Grade 6, I'd like to think I can still sing somewhat, I attended this particular choir's performance in May and their Christmas performance, and no auditions were required, and really, why not?
The verdict? I think I'll go back next Wednesday. I still remember how to read music, I didn't stand out as a particularly bad singer, and the vibes from my fellow choirists were good. I left midway through, though, since (checking my E-mail during the ten-minute break), I read N. E-mail suggesting that we meet up with M. for drinks at the Green Room on Brunswick west of Bloor the night before his departure for Argentina.
Fun was had, in a mildly and non-binging alcoholic context, talking about a variety of subjects: Atlantic Canadian politics, the fact that M. and I actually know each other from soc.history.what-if, Argentina and the Southern Hemisphere, science-fiction future histories, various other topics. I'd say that we'd have to do it again, save that N. will be leaving this evening. But nonetheless, the sentiment endures.
The verdict? I think I'll go back next Wednesday. I still remember how to read music, I didn't stand out as a particularly bad singer, and the vibes from my fellow choirists were good. I left midway through, though, since (checking my E-mail during the ten-minute break), I read N. E-mail suggesting that we meet up with M. for drinks at the Green Room on Brunswick west of Bloor the night before his departure for Argentina.
Fun was had, in a mildly and non-binging alcoholic context, talking about a variety of subjects: Atlantic Canadian politics, the fact that M. and I actually know each other from soc.history.what-if, Argentina and the Southern Hemisphere, science-fiction future histories, various other topics. I'd say that we'd have to do it again, save that N. will be leaving this evening. But nonetheless, the sentiment endures.
