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Another weekend gone
Apr. 13th, 2003 05:30 pmFriday night, rehearsal. Friday night, also sneezing sniffling cold. I did not actually sing at all, and just listened to get my lines a little clearer in my head. We skipped my song, and they even told me that if I wasn't feeling better on Sunday, to skip the read through rather than make my voice worse and/or infect anyone. This relieved me quite a bit. I decided to play it by ear.
Satuday was a lot of being very lazy at home. I was sick, and I felt useless. Helen was busy preparing supper for a dinner party that night, and I didn't want to handle any of the food, but I didn't feel very useful either. Thankfully, Helen has genuine fun working in the kitchen for 6 hours preparing a meal for 6 people, she loves it, so at least she was not upset with me over my lack of contribution, but I wish I could have done more. 3:30 we went to the last lacrosse game of the season, possibly the last ever :( We lost, though until near the end, it was very close, we tied it up several times only to see it slip away again. Our risks near the end game did not pay off however. That's ok. We came back home to find Pedro had cleaned the house, had the food starting to heat up (most of it was long since cooked, just final prep work needed), wine was lined up, table was set, we were ready to go. We had in total, Helen Pedro and myself, Nesia, an old ex-boyfriend of Helen whom she is still dear friends with, and his current girlfriend/near-fiance. We ate! Papadum and a maple/apple aperatif, wine, into dinner with more papadum, onion baji, toasted naan, raita, a spicy carrot lentil soup...then to the main course with basmati rice and saffron, a spinach chicken curry, a lamb curry, a beef and musroom curry, and a shrimp curry. We ate ourselves into oblivion while the wine flowed like water. Desert was an aromatic fruit salad with a spiced sauce drizzled over it....and more wine. It was a fine FINE dinner. The cold by this point is mostly out of my sinuses and head, and into my throat. It means I sound worse, but feel better. Nesia and Pedro spent the night at our house (to justify the wine consumption), though unfortunately I was in no position to entertain Nesia being that I was coughing and TIRED, but she kept me good company as I tried to doze through the noises of Helen and Pedro (well, Helen was making the noise) wafting from downstairs. Coughing aside, Nesia was remarkably inspiring the next morning though, after I was more rested. And to think, the weekend was only half over.
I decided that my voice was just not condusive to doing the read through, they would just have to gloss over my scene, and they gave me the out, so I took it. I admit, I was influenced somewhat by the very large excursion to a sugar bush in Quebec, which I was regretting having to miss. HA! I went, it was great. We took a hay wagon ride, then came back and had pancakes, ham, sausages, eggs, oreilles de Christ (basically fried pork rinds...I wasn't to fussy on them), and more pancakes, ham, sausages, eggs, and then a bit more pancakes, ham, sausages, eggs, (and then a bit more pancakes) all of it veritably drenched in maple syrup. It was soooooooooooooooo good. Then, while we were vibrating from the sugar, we went up the hill to do a maple taffy pull. For those unfamiliar, drizzle hot syrup in snow, let it cool a bit, and roll it on to a popsicle stick. Hmmmmmmmmmmm. What an afternoon. My only regret is my child sugar bush memories have you eating out amidst the maple trees at picnic benches, here we were all inside, but it was all you can eat, and we did our best to make them regret that. Sometime before heading home, the sugar crash fairy came for a visit, so I am a little bleary now. But it was a fantastic time. Maple syrup is next to godliness.
Satuday was a lot of being very lazy at home. I was sick, and I felt useless. Helen was busy preparing supper for a dinner party that night, and I didn't want to handle any of the food, but I didn't feel very useful either. Thankfully, Helen has genuine fun working in the kitchen for 6 hours preparing a meal for 6 people, she loves it, so at least she was not upset with me over my lack of contribution, but I wish I could have done more. 3:30 we went to the last lacrosse game of the season, possibly the last ever :( We lost, though until near the end, it was very close, we tied it up several times only to see it slip away again. Our risks near the end game did not pay off however. That's ok. We came back home to find Pedro had cleaned the house, had the food starting to heat up (most of it was long since cooked, just final prep work needed), wine was lined up, table was set, we were ready to go. We had in total, Helen Pedro and myself, Nesia, an old ex-boyfriend of Helen whom she is still dear friends with, and his current girlfriend/near-fiance. We ate! Papadum and a maple/apple aperatif, wine, into dinner with more papadum, onion baji, toasted naan, raita, a spicy carrot lentil soup...then to the main course with basmati rice and saffron, a spinach chicken curry, a lamb curry, a beef and musroom curry, and a shrimp curry. We ate ourselves into oblivion while the wine flowed like water. Desert was an aromatic fruit salad with a spiced sauce drizzled over it....and more wine. It was a fine FINE dinner. The cold by this point is mostly out of my sinuses and head, and into my throat. It means I sound worse, but feel better. Nesia and Pedro spent the night at our house (to justify the wine consumption), though unfortunately I was in no position to entertain Nesia being that I was coughing and TIRED, but she kept me good company as I tried to doze through the noises of Helen and Pedro (well, Helen was making the noise) wafting from downstairs. Coughing aside, Nesia was remarkably inspiring the next morning though, after I was more rested. And to think, the weekend was only half over.
I decided that my voice was just not condusive to doing the read through, they would just have to gloss over my scene, and they gave me the out, so I took it. I admit, I was influenced somewhat by the very large excursion to a sugar bush in Quebec, which I was regretting having to miss. HA! I went, it was great. We took a hay wagon ride, then came back and had pancakes, ham, sausages, eggs, oreilles de Christ (basically fried pork rinds...I wasn't to fussy on them), and more pancakes, ham, sausages, eggs, and then a bit more pancakes, ham, sausages, eggs, (and then a bit more pancakes) all of it veritably drenched in maple syrup. It was soooooooooooooooo good. Then, while we were vibrating from the sugar, we went up the hill to do a maple taffy pull. For those unfamiliar, drizzle hot syrup in snow, let it cool a bit, and roll it on to a popsicle stick. Hmmmmmmmmmmm. What an afternoon. My only regret is my child sugar bush memories have you eating out amidst the maple trees at picnic benches, here we were all inside, but it was all you can eat, and we did our best to make them regret that. Sometime before heading home, the sugar crash fairy came for a visit, so I am a little bleary now. But it was a fantastic time. Maple syrup is next to godliness.
