How amusing. How delightfully droll.
I take off this afternoon for a weekend chorus retreat in bucolic Lake Geneva, Wisconsin.
On the agenda:
endless rehearsals in rooms designed NOT to carry sound
a couple miles' running if the weather is nice
the always-fun No Talent Show, for which I didn't prepare anything this year
The place where we're staying is a huge campus of cabins and meeting rooms rendered habitable year-round by a series of glassed-in, above-ground tunnels -- not unlike a giant Habitrail.
And when I get back on Sunday, I have a second date with Red Shirt -- albeit a second date at a crowded street fair with a group of his friends -- some of whom are my friends as well. I can't decide if it will be awkward or fun.
I'll let you know either way.