Crazy life

So, Friday evening was a little nuts – I did take the blue line out almost to the end of the line, as did my Godmother, who takes the same Metra line I do. My mom picked us both up, and though mom was going to pick me up and have us go back for Godi, traffic turning left into the El station was so backed up that she arrived about 10 minutes after Godi got there, and Godi was about 25 minutes behind me. There were tons of people waiting at the El station – well over 100, and almost all were Metra riders. After that I got to go sing with the Kindergruppe and take part in their Christmas party, so that was a nice time after the craziness.

Saturday morning I got to CCC rehearsal to find out that one of the people killed Friday was the brother in-law of a fellow soprano. Small world. You know, you hear about all of this stuff, but it’s closer to home when it happens so close to you – had this gunman been on the ground floor of the train station an hour and a half or so later, I would have been there. Nuts.

Anyway, Saturday ended up being a nice day, with a good 2 hour CCC rehearsal, a break at Coffee Chicago, and then a 2 hour caroling gig with a small CCC group. Got home in time to pick up a little, heat up Trey’s Blackeyed Pea dip, and accompany him to the RLCB Christmas party. Did stay too late, though, because Sunday was a big day as well.

I was supposed to sing with the choir for 10:30 mass, then cantor noon. Well the 10:30 cantor said she had a sore throat so asked if I could do it – I’m still not healthy either! As all of the music was high enough (didn’t have to sing in chest voice for anything, which was most of my problem last week) I agreed, so there was a lot more singing. I found out that no one in the choir realized I was having such problems singing last week, so I guess all of the extra hard work I had to do to sound good worked!

Last night was Trey’s CLC holiday concert – a marathon if there ever was one. The band was really very good, but the choir program during the first half was really bad. I also had a hard time from a fellow concert goer: during the second half there was a group of girls sitting near me that talked incessantly, so after 4 band pieces I got up and asked them not to talk for the rest of the concert. When I didn’t stand at the end of the concert (mostly because the first half was so bad), the guy sitting in front of these girls made a snide comment about how “that lady obviously didn’t appreciate the concert enough to stand up like everybody else, and I don’t know what she was talking about before because I couldn’t hear you at all and I was sitting right in front of you.” Bullshit. I felt the need to defend myself, which was a bad idea because it just got me spun up enough to say “Kiss my ass,” when the guy walked away from me. I’m sorry, but I just cannot stand when people talk during concerts, and if a standing ovation is not warranted, I’m not going to stand up. Ugh.

We got home, made dinner, and had a little time to veg before bed – another weekend gone by way too fast. Tonight I’ve got a random caroling gig – I think I’m just leading carols for an hour or so. Should be interesting, but we’ll see. I should be home by the 2nd quarter of the Bears game…

Happy Monday!