Urge to kill....rising!

I am sitting in the loudest, most obnoxious Chili's ever at this point, wondering, "Who are these people!" There are eight children...I know this because I had to count to make sure, sitting at the table next to me. No, wait, its NINE! That little one with the drool on this chin. He was hiding! They are accompanied by three women, who I can only assume are the mothers of these children - which leads me to wonder, "is that three each, or was one more eager than the rest?" The boys are playing some sort of super powers game, while the girls are feeding french fries to one of the youngest, which is now facinated with everything other than her food.

Sweet - the guy just asked me how my steak skewers were. I had asked for "medium, with a slight bit of red in the middle", and I got "grey, without the slightest bit of juice left". I'm not picky, but I am also honest. So I tell him. He is understandably concerned and offers me a free dessert. Normally, I would be all over this, but today I am feeling that I just don't need 10,000 more calories and politely decline. Again, I am not picky. But, I state, I could use another frosty beverage - which illicits a pause. Longer than I expect, I state that a soda would be ok. Again, I
am not picky, but hey, he is offering. So I zero in for the kill. Suffice it to say, the good folks at Chili's and my supervisor (en francais = chef) comes through on his word and buys me a second beer.

This particular Chili's and Brad (or Chet, Bryan, or Todd...) have my seal of approval.

Ta ta for now.

Wasting time before rehearsal....again

Nothing really huge to blog today. For those of you that follow my daily
existence (mainly my family), you all know that the spring concert with the
San Diego Master Chorale went off reasonably well, despite having a less
than apt string section, compliments of the local Union. Now, I am all for
union players, but this group simply did not have the requisite skills to
walk in and play this music with one rehearsal.

More on that later. I have arrived here at UCSD for another Carmina
rehearsal and must go inside.

Ta ta
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My Manky Foot - Thank God, I didn't break it!

Getting ready to perform

So I am getting ready to on stage here in Poway, CA. Praying that the
strings will pull off their pieces tonight.
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irony lives on...

If you are a current reader of Liz's blog, you will undoubtedly have read the tale of how I nearly broke my toe last night. True story! Admittedly, I did leave the rollerblade in the middle of TinyHouse (TM) rather than putting them away. But really. Why should I be punished like this?

So last night I stub my toe on this rollerblade and I think, "WOW! That really bloody hurt! Perhaps I should be more careful in the future." "Oh, it seems to be settling down now...smarts a bit but I can walk this off." And indeed I do.

Fast forward to about 4:30 AM when I am awoken as if someone has grabbed ahold of my toe with a pair of vice-grips and is intent upon tearing my toe off of my foot. I hobble to the Lay-Z-Boy and elevate it, all the while calling for Liz to bring me some pain medication - clearly I am NOT going to work today.

So the day began. At 4:30 this morning - I found myself Blackberrying my boss pleading for his help with the out of town guests from home office and decided that today was officially shot.

So am I part of "my generation"

So I guess I have to get into this blogging game now - it seems that you aren't anyone until you have a blog, so this is it. I don't think that I can beat my girlfriend's posts about her parents and their awesome party on the deck of the Starship Enterprise, but hey, this is the best I can do.

Gearing up for a very hectic week of work and rehearsals at this point - just got back from a three hour rehearsal with the La Jolla Symphony Chorus, which I am sitting in with during their performance of Carl Orff's 1936 classic, Carmina Burana. Highlight of the evening had to be the fight to the death with the parking at lovely UCSD, the venue for this meeting of musical minds. For starters, here is an exact copy of the email with the instructions on how to get there:

DIRECTIONS TO MANDEVILLE CENTER AND PARKING:
FROM I-5, GO WEST ON GENESEE AVE.,
TURN LEFT ONTO NO. TORREY PINES RD.
AT TOP OF HILL PURCHASE A $3 PERMIT FROM DISPENSER AT THE NORTHPOINT INFORMATION CENTER AT UCSD, [note: when author arrived, this was broken, with a sign reading "Go to Lot 303" - I felt like I was in a Choose Your Own Adventure book] THEN DRIVE TO LOT 207 ON MUIR COLLEGE DR.

OR PURCHASE FROM THEDISPENSER IN LOT P303 (ON LEFT), AND DRIVE TO LOT 207 (ON RIGHT) [editor's note: I love this next part!] ALLOWPLENTY OF TIME TO FIND PARKING!! Mandeville Center is a short walk fromlot 207.

NORTHPOINT ENTRANCE: STAY IN LEFT TURN LANE WHEN YOU TURN LEFT FROM GENESEE TO NO. TORREY PINES RD. THE INFO. CTR. IS UP THE HILL, ON THE RIGHT. LOOK FOR THE MACHINE OUTSIDE THE CENTER. THE PERMIT WILL BE DATESTAMPED.MUIR COLLEGE DR. IS A LEFT TURN FROM NO. TORREY PINES RD. THE STREET TOTHE RIGHT IS ALMAHURST.UCSD CHARGES FOR PARKING ON WEEKNIGHTS (INCLUDING FRI.) PARKING TICKETSARE EXPENSIVE.

Thanks for that warning! So I live maybe 20 minutes away and I give myself an hour, and I make it with maybe 5 minutes to spare.