Kyoo 157

One of these days I'll learn to be on time. That day was not last Sunday.

I had a band concert at the Majestic with the USAA band and I missed the bus. This was a big deal for me. We were meeting at USAA, which is just 3 miles from my house and offers free parking and a social, enjoyable transport downtown. Instead, I got to circle around the garage, realize I was too late, drive 12 traffic-filled miles downtown, circle around the theater a few times to figure out how to pull into the parking garage, and then fork out $7 to park at the top level and sulk down 6 flights of stairs carrying Calvin. And that was just getting there. On the way home, it took a good 20 minutes of idling in a long line to even pull out. And then I drove aimlessly around downtown for a while longer waiting for Garmin to acquire satellite signal again and direct me home.

Next time......!

But other than that, the concert was pretty sweet. I forgot how awesome it is to perform in a place with good acoustics. For the first time in a long time, I actually enjoyed my sound and felt confident. And there's a lot of history at that theater. It was fun to walk around and take it all in from a performer's perspective.

I almost passed out and puked at the same time after finishing my run today. I'm going to blame that on the fact that I was running in weather that was 30 degrees hotter than what I'm used to. Not my fitness level. Nevertheless, it was a good feeling. My next marathon is less than 20 weeks away!

I've got a long ways to go with that and my GRE prep.

Back to work.

Have a great day :)

Kyoo 156

It's kind of fun to be young and single and still able to fall hopelessly in love with fictional characters. Like John Thornton or Mr. Darcy. I mean, I don't have any of the marriage realities to pull me from the clouds. Like him leaving his whisker hairs all over the bathroom counter or farting in bed. Instead, I get to enjoy the high that comes from watching the much-anticipated kiss at the end of the movie and lull myself into a wistful sleep where I become the main character and it's me he stares at with such longing intensity.

Yes. Yes. But, instead, I have my own reality to snap me out of these romantic dream-states. Like the well-documented fact that I'm more scared of going on a date with a man than I am of most anything else.

I'd like to see a reality show mimic that one. Instead of challenging me to sit in a tub with hundreds of cockroaches, they throw me in a room with 10 eligible bachelors and I have to endure 5 minutes worth of verbal and physical displays of affection without squirming and trying to change the subject.

I'll take the former please.

And I'll probably do it while listening to Josh Groban and picturing my dashing fellows in my head.

And wondering why bleach gives spandex clothes a yellow hue and if lizards can will their tails to fall off in an attack.

Because the range of topics this mind covers in one minute is no little thing.

Have a great day :)

Kyoo 155

Not only did I go to the San Antonio Symphony's "A German Evening" concert, but I went in STYLE. That's right. Valet parking. Suite seats. During-show cocktail service. Access to the exclusive lounge and restrooms.

And it was all free.

An email was sent around at work asking if anyone would be interested in tickets so I threw my name into the lottery and actually got lucky. It was pretty cool. And the concert was amazing. I'll probably go to more. But it will be hard to settle for the cheap balcony seats after I've had a taste of the best!

It's no secret that when they send out emails asking if anyone's interested in tickets it's because all the executives rejected them. But sometimes they throw out the best stuff! The next drawing I'm entered in is for Il Divo tickets. I mean, who wouldn't want to watch four attractive men sing together with luscious accents in foreign languages? How could you pass that up?!?!?!

I submit that I cannot!

In other news, I have purchased study books and am preparing to take the GRE in early June. I'm hitting the math sections pretty hard. My math skills have to come a long, long ways for me to get anywhere. Especially if I stick with my current intent of pursuing a masters in statistics.

That's all.

Have a great day :)