So, I talked about St. Pat's Hat, but I didn't really get into what else I did last weekend.
Friday night, I went to the play they were putting on here at work. I'd never seen Over the River and Through the Woods, and I enjoyed it. I thought the cast did a good job, especially since 2/3 of them were playing grandparents. The first act was histerically funny, and I couldn't stop laughing.
Things got more serious in the second act, and I left barely holding back the tears. In fact, it was half way home before I was beginning to feel remotely normal again. And considering the mood I've been in all week, it didn't help. The show seemed to present an either/or picture of extended family or job, and I felt like it was a false delima. Or maybe I'm just trying to justify how I live. The bittersweetness of the second act makes it likely that I won't see this play again, or I'll just leave at intermission.
And, as I've mentioned, choir sang in church on Sunday. This was the first time they've sung since I joined. It went...okay. My voice wasn't in great shape for the first service. It was better second and pretty good the third. I think I wore it out playing ultimate Frisbee on Saturday. I did pretty well with one of the songs we were singing, but I struggled with the other one. I just couldn't seem to remember what the notes for the bass part were. Fortunately, I seemed to cover it pretty well since the only feedback I've gotten, even from my fellow basses and our director, has been positive.