I went partly because I miss singing and partly because David was out of town and partly because doing things like this is good for me. At least that's what people - extroverts - are always telling me. I wasn't sure I'd continue to go; it was sort of a trial run for me. But the choir director announced they had a new member and the rest of the choir took it for granted I was there to stay. They were delighted to have somebody new and it was bisous all around, both upon arrival and at departure. So I guess I've joined a choir.
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
The Choir
Last night I went with a friend to choir practice with a local (Belgian) choral group. Now, for those of you who know me, you know I'm an early-to-bed person. Well, choir practice starts at 8:30. Or, more accurately, people start arriving at 8:30. It doesn't actually start then. Practice goes for about an hour and half and then the social hour starts. Imagine me trying to be social at 10:15 (the champagne helped...)
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3 comments:
sounds a lot like letting a cat into the garage "just for one night."
sounds Baptist to me. Show up and you're on the roll...donald
Congratulations! Sounds like a great venue for some good singing what with champagne and all. Even I might try choir practice under those conditions.
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