one cellist each from turkey and germany, one violinist each from latvia and bosnia, one violist from canada, and two pianists from california are all sitting in a dorm room in california and it is another midnight in california, and how are we make for the passing of time? the somber cross-cultural bonding ritual manifests itself in the form of a fart-sound contest, interrupted by the occasional spanish violist who parades in for the brief demand of "party! some party we have here!"
the latvian violinist declines to participate, so the canadian violist offers to help by making a fart sound on her arm. he elucidates, "it is how my people keep each other warm in the winter."
she laughs, throwing her yellow hair forward in front of her face. "no, no! i am the judge of this contest!"
the hungarian teacher totally gutted my keyboard technique today. it will be for the better, i know, but simple five-finger patterns haven't been this hard in a very long time.
i haven't been this happy in a very long time.
this is what it means to be blessed.
2 comments:
:)
i am so glad.
since i can't expect a recap over coffee at muddy's/mosgo's, i'll make do with the wonderful picture painted here. :D
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