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Monday:
I treated myself to as many candies and cookies as I liked and entirely failed to do anything else Valentines Day related. I went to Swing Club for the first time and had a heck of a lot of fun.
Tuesday, Wednesday, and Friday were swallowed by an eddie in the space-time continuum.
Thursday:
After Mahler class, F invited me out to dinner with her cousin and her cousin's friends. The fiancee of her cousin's best friend turned out to be a guy I knew in high school; the group also included another high school acquaintance. F had to catch a bus but I ended up in a martini bar with the rest of the group. Another person from my high school (but already known by me to be at Queen's this year) turned up as well. Life is a series of weird coincidences. Yes, I drank a martini, but it was a girly one.
Saturday:
After a brief run-through of a flute piece with the minister at church, I had lunch at Stooley's cafe and was amused to note a "Fruity Pangalactic Gargle Blaster" on the menu.
Sunday:
I played flute in church, and felt distinctly apart from everyone else during the service because I was sitting alone in the balcony. Later that afternoon, I was rather depressed by a concert featuring a chamber choir that had fantastic diction, blend, tone quality, intonation... and no energy whatsoever.
I treated myself to as many candies and cookies as I liked and entirely failed to do anything else Valentines Day related. I went to Swing Club for the first time and had a heck of a lot of fun.
Tuesday, Wednesday, and Friday were swallowed by an eddie in the space-time continuum.
Thursday:
After Mahler class, F invited me out to dinner with her cousin and her cousin's friends. The fiancee of her cousin's best friend turned out to be a guy I knew in high school; the group also included another high school acquaintance. F had to catch a bus but I ended up in a martini bar with the rest of the group. Another person from my high school (but already known by me to be at Queen's this year) turned up as well. Life is a series of weird coincidences. Yes, I drank a martini, but it was a girly one.
Saturday:
After a brief run-through of a flute piece with the minister at church, I had lunch at Stooley's cafe and was amused to note a "Fruity Pangalactic Gargle Blaster" on the menu.
Sunday:
I played flute in church, and felt distinctly apart from everyone else during the service because I was sitting alone in the balcony. Later that afternoon, I was rather depressed by a concert featuring a chamber choir that had fantastic diction, blend, tone quality, intonation... and no energy whatsoever.
