| | Ladies and Gentlemen: I have a life again.
This public service announcement brought to you by the culmination of Christina's hell week. (You may now go about your business).
Friday was my day of DEATH (Ponzol ref, anyone?). I stayed up until 6:45 a.m. with last-minute revisions, formatting, and bibliography compilation, then took a nap until Rob kindly called me at 8:15 a.m. to get me up for piano trio rehearsal. Even more kindly, Dr. Lipkis stood outside his door when I went up to third floor, explaining that he thought'd we'd both be better served if I napped--rather than staring at him blankly in my lesson, and trying my luck on my 90 minutes of sleep.
Somehow, after one more rehearsal, two trips to duplication, a walk to Zinzendorf, and a drive through Bethlehem to deliver my thesis to two panel members' homes--and with only an hour nap to sustain me that afternoon--I made it to my dress rehearsal.
That is, after Marly jokingly asked me if I'd remembered my violin in the car, about 5 minutes from the gig. (The sad part: I had written down "violin" on my list of things to bring). Thank God Kelly met me with my fiddle. The second drive back to Nazareth was more successful....
Friday went pretty well (especially considering my state), and it was really nice to see Drs. Binford and Lipkis there, among all the old people. Not that the residents weren't appreciative...this one man simply put a hand on my arm, whispered, "Thank you," and went on his way afterwards. Almost as if he was so lonely that I had done him the biggest favor in the world by coming to play for him. It was so touching.
My recital went really well on Saturday, even better than Friday--I somehow transferred my nervousness over to Erik or something, because I didn't shake, sweat, or otherwise show any of the signs of stage-fright that normally plague my performances. I was nervous enough for some things to go that usually don't go in a practice room, but overall I was really happy with it.
And the Celtic stuff was a hit--Mike and I just gelled onstage with that stuff. It was on, and it had energy, I was sooo pleased. It was sweet.
About 80 hugs, 3 vodka martinis, and 14 hours of sleep later, my room smells like a florist's shop and I am a happy woman. With pinwheels.
It was a good night. <3 |
| | Posted 4/2/2007 12:29 AM - 59 Views - 4 eProps - 2 comments
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