I REALLY wanna go to the parade!! But my voice lesson is at 13h00 and the parade starts at 12h00- which means a serious lack of time enough to get there, with the crowds!!
I haven't decided what to do about it yet.
But as an interesting aside, I checked my phone messages this morning and found a hilarious series of messages from my friend Andrew, who left them last night, while I was sitting inside my house, bored, having forgotten my cell in the car:
(It should be noted at this juncture that Andrew and I have a long and proud history of leaving amusing, and or musically themed messages for one another. This one was by far the best, however.)
Message #1- (TONS of pub noise in the back ground through all these) "Hey Avalon! It is Andrew! Lalalala! I'm at McKibbons, and I know it's a bit early for St.Patty's but we've started celebrating anyway, so come on down here!!"
#2- "Avalon! [singing] Tuuuuurallluuura luraaaaaaah! Tuuuraluuuurah laaaayyyyyy! [still singing] Get your ass on down here! Cause it's St. PAtty's dayyyyy! --- AND I'M DRINKING GUINESSSS!!! *giggle*"
#3- " ......... [pregnant pause] Hey, Avalon! For her eyes were brown and her hair was looonnnnggg [launches into Irish tune] blah blah blah sing sing sing [around this time you notice he's begun slurring a bit...] of my sweet lady faiiiirrrrrrrrrrr! Avalon!!!! *whine* CALL me BAAAACKKKK! Dee's here and everything!!"
#4- "[slurring obviously now] ... okay okay... [whispering:] shut up guys, I'm about to... here goes... [yelling] ON! GRAFTON! STREET! IN! NOVEMBER! WE'D BEEN WALKING ALONG THE... [etc] *giggle* [hangs up]"
#5- "[Andrew in the background whispering:] "1-2-3, GO!" [drunken and unintelligible foreign voice:] "...ARblah...blannerve...smuh... patty'sdayzzzz.... plurBLAH!!!" [Andrew's voice again] Hahah! ASz youu can tell, thah -wasDee, anhesaysh, yewbedder git yerass downere, cuz wur having funn... so callmeBACK, o-KAY? ......... okay. Yeash. Gooood... Oh dear. Why aren'tchou here yett? ughn... *click*"