Oh, Beethoven.

Firstly, you know you're a classical musician when every time you see this street sign;










your brain shouts, "Eroica!" Because your brain doesn't work properly in a very particular way.

Secondly, my party was awesome.

Thirdly, Sunday went from dim sum day to bonfire day real quick, and was pretty excellent.

And fourthly, today was pretty excellent, too, for no particular reason. :)

Oh Friday

It's the end of a very long and yet, somehow very short week. Sunday was yesterday. I swear.

My recital is two weeks away, which is mildly stressful. And is making me be ever so slightly more moody than I (I am becoming increasingly more aware) already am.

That said, if you have a class, or a rehearsal, or whatever, in a room in which someone else is currently having a rehearsal, please, I am begging you, just wait. If they start to run over your time, sure, come in and politely explain the situation. I'm sure they won't mind. But if you have class in fifteen or twenty minutes, you can wait. Really. It is so incredibly unnerving to have someone just walk in on the tail end of your rehearsal/lesson and start talking and setting up as if you aren't even there. Please be more considerate than that.

(And I'm pretty sure that's not my moodiness talking.)

Party! Tomorrow/technically today! I made Irish Creme Cupcakes! I had to drive to five different places at 12:30 am to locate some Bailey's for the recipe I had already started making because...apparently at least one of my friends is sneaking alcohol? Or something?
I don't know. All I do know is that last time I checked, the bottle of Bailey's I did have was full. I don't remember anyone drinking any, despite my urgings, it hasn't left its spot on the windowsill, and it is now miraculously empty.

I also now know that neither liquor store down the street or the closest Safeway are open after midnight, and 7-11 does not carry Bailey's, all of which is good information to have. So thank you, secret Bailey's thief, for teaching me something so very early on this fine Saturday morning. Also, I am very impressed with just how sneaky you are. Or possibly how thoroughly I forgot this happening. Seriously, a whole bottle? How did I miss this? Mystery! Intrigue!

And who yelled my name out of their car when I was walking down Ocean on Saturday?! Red car, white male, definitely knew me. Who was this? I am so confused.

Come eat cupcakes and paninis and bacon-wrapped asparagus with me tomorrow! I'll tell you more about how baffling things are! It will be good fun.

Adventure Day(s) (condensed version): Golden Gate Bridge, Berkeley, Fruitvale BART Station...?

I've been busy. Doing things.

I went to the bridge! It was very pretty, and very windy. Windy enough for the bay to steal my scarf, in fact. Jerk.

















I also took a drive through the Berkeley hills with Joel, who is awesome, and totally let me drag him around Berkeley all day because I can never remember where Sweetheart's Cafe is, and sometimes a person just really needs crispy squid on a stick and a chocolate milkshake with tapioca pearls.

Then I made a velociraptor mask out of manila folders and staples (plus paint). It's AMAZING.
Here it is on friend-Sarah, who totally rocks it, and who I totally forgot to ask if I could put her picture up here, but who is also totally unidentifiable, so I think it's okay :














And here it is on me:















I have wanted to make this thing for years (specifically for my recital poster, not just for general wearing, I swear). Was never really sure how to do it, though. The manila envelopes inspired me. Office supplies are my artistic medium of choice, it seems.

I officially started my knitting "business," having put up order forms in the school of music. I've only had one order thus far, though, and that was only because I grabbed the first person I saw who I knew wanted something and basically demanded she validate my work immediately fill it out at her liesure.

And then I had an impromptu adventure day retrieving my car from Alameda, where it was left after an excellent night previous which may have ended with me slightly more than slightly inebriated. Really glad Mollie suggested getting a cab from Fruitvale rather than walking the 1.5 miles to my car, because even in the middle of the day, it turns out, that station is creepy as hell. I had precisely eight dollars. Good thing that's exactly how much it cost. :D

And today I practiced. And practiced some more. And then some more. And then I kinda freaked out a little because I am so not ready for this recital, and I'm way oversensitive to just about every comment ever, anyway, and let's just say the FSU practice rooms are far superior to the SFSU practice rooms when it comes to dignity preservation in minor breakdown situations. Stupid windows.

So I watched some other people play some other music, and then I got some sushi, and then I went home and sort of fell asleep when I told myself I wouldn't because I really need to clean, then I woke up and actually cleaned...a little, and now I'm watching Dirty Jobs and contemplating In-n-out, and not cleaning some more. Good Friday, overall, I'd say.