For the first half of the rehearsal we had to sing a scale up and down in a round while gazing into another person's eyes and holding their hands! Ha hahahahahahaaaaa... it was classic. And then he got us (while still looking into their eyes and holding their hands) to sing to "a tiny version of us that lives inside their body". Ha! And then we had to pair up with all male/female partners and do the same... it was so hilarious. My guy was bright red. I don't even know his name...
HA! It really did change the way we sang, though. You should see the crazy things he has us do while singing, and it totally changes the tone. It's bizarre.
Oh, I also heard an awesome string quartet this afternoon... Tuesday concerts are free (12-1), for any of you who live in the area! They're REALLY good - like something you'd go to at night and pay for. Love it. But even when I sooo love it, I still almost fall asleep every time.
That's all. I just heard the little me inside the blushing boy stranger yell, "GET TO WORK!" So I'd better doooo that.
Oh, and wait! Referring to a comment made on the last post - here's my request:
Anyone who did NOT play balderdash with me on the weekend, please define one or both of these words: Catalo or Beeves. Come on, it will be fun! Except that everyone who comments on here was playing balderdash with me.
But Foster, Jenn and Jess, oh, and MOM - I know you're reading this - let's have some definitions! And whoever else reads this but doesn't comment! Balderdash me - I dare you!
And... I know Mom won't do it. But here's hoping.
2 comments:
hahaha farrellandfarrell.com!!! oh my gosh! No wonder she severed his manhood with a basket!
haha...don't worry that's the last post that I will pollute with such filth.
Anyway, that's pretty cool about the choir exercise. I wish more people would force me to do embarassing things like that. I like to get embarassment out of my system every once in a while...you don't want to let it build up too much.
Rirooo rirooooo...oh, don't mind the ambulance in the background. You know what it's like living near a hospital.
Anyway--that choir exercise sounds horrific. Every time you expound on your classes I shake my head at you. I can't believe you find it 'fun'. I mean, that's perfect, that what you'd want. But...wow...
The little me inside my mechanic is saying 'I better not be late to take my car in.'
See ya!
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