Happy, Um — Is It Tuesday Already? Wow

I’ll blame my gen­er­al fog on get­ting pret­ty much NO sleep from the time I woke Fri­day morn­ing ’til I went to bed around 10:30 Sun­day. Yep, that’s the reason.

So—I did­n’t think I would be going to GaFilk. I just could­n’t afford it, what with the whole data recov­ery thing. 

curiousmay9 and shad­owkatt had oth­er plans, though. I was hand­ed a kid­nap­ping note explained that I was being swept off by the Viking Valkyries, instruct­ing me to grab the essen­tials before we left.

Hon­est­ly, I did­n’t struggle.

The first per­son I saw was selen­ite, walk­ing along the side­walk with Jamie. He’s even more hand­some in per­son and gives mar­velous­ly snug­gly hugs. selen­ite, I mean 🙂 His birth­day was Sat­ur­day, so I did­n’t get to give him birth­day wish­es here. Sorry!

celtic­drag­on­fly is bounci­er than I thought, and gor­geous. I want them to come back to vis­it longer. SOON!

See­ing joyeuse13 and spouse, sil­i­conchef and his sweet wife, filk­fer­en­gi and oth­er folks was great, too.

Both Fri­day and Sat­ur­day night were spent singing all night. Yes, absolute­ly ALL night. And we got to have break­fast with a sexy bear man afterward!

I did­n’t real­ly sleep, though. More on that later.

Music GOOD. I sang ’til my low range was gone, but found that switch­ing to songs in my high­er range worked (mostly—I did­n’t try to go above about an A above the tre­ble clef).

I was amused when some­one tried to tell me that my “prob­lem” (hoarse­ness from too much singing while out of prac­tice) was that I’m actu­al­ly an alto, rather than a sopra­no. Oh, is that why my throat hurt when singing in the ALTO range? Right. Makes lots of sense. 

I think I’ll stick with the knowl­edge that I’m a lyric sopra­no (pos­si­bly dra­mat­ic sopra­no, but more like­ly lyric). 

The same per­son was being ridicu­lous­ly pedan­tic about rhythm with peo­ple who def­i­nite­ly had NOT request­ed her input. It isn’t as if we were doing per­for­mances. We were hav­ing fun.

Any­way, I tried some pieces I haven’t done before, and they went over very well. celtic­drag­on­fly and I got folks singing, “All I Want Is a Prop­er Cup of Cof­fee” which went over VERY well. That woman can han­dle her tongue twisters!

I must get into the habit of going to the month­ly filks, at the very least, and hope­ful­ly oth­er singing events. This singing for an entire week­end once a year isn’t exact­ly good for the throat.

Note to self: Pack Throat Coat Tea next year.

mne­mex, anoth­er new-to-me per­son, shared some hon­ey liqueur Sat­ur­day night/Sunday morn­ing. Woof! My throat felt bet­ter but my tongue went numb! Thanks, mne­mex 🙂

Thanks to the Valkyries for kid­nap­ping me 🙂

Cur­rent Mood: 🙂hap­py
Cyn is Rick's wife, Katie's Mom, and Esther & Oliver's Mémé. She's also a professional geek, avid reader, fledgling coder, enthusiastic gamer (TTRPGs), occasional singer, and devoted stitcher.
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