onwards
Rivers of silence run between us now, and I suppose I'll relax in time, but it still hurts that you could allow such a dichotomy to exist between your sober and intoxicated states - even as common as I'm told it is. I become repetitive in tension, emotions being larger than any other language I posses - I find it hard to express myself in words and harder still to not express myself in words. Hence, of course, silence.
I suppose it's not really such a dichotomy, but it feels like it from my perspective even when I can see that it's not.
I've been really happy lately, running from rehearsal to rehearsal to concert and practicing like a mad thing, but it doesn't really make for much of a conversation. Mono-focus can be good, but I need a break before I start back into it again - sailing will provide that for sure!
Catfish was amazing - thoroughly the best Catfish so far; I enjoyed every band, and managed to socialize with people and enjoy myself (even though I really, really wanted to play). We even managed to pay for the venue and have enough for next year (again). Amusingly enough, I was chatting with a trombone player in white rock and he commented that I should keep the catfish gig. heh. perhaps he was right.
It has been foretold that when I get an actual orchestra job I'll probably still be in pretty much the same place financially, and the only difference is that I will have more oboes and more teapots.
It's highly unlikely, but still quite amusing.