i wore my poetry slam outfit to the string orchestra concert. perhaps i should have gone for a more pretentious look and had an ultra-long stem for my cigarette and spoke with a french accent. or maybe if i would have worn my skirt and leg warmers. yes. that would have been it.

real oh-gees don't smile.



the last conductor had crazy hair. i think he just got back from a poetry slam.



before i left for the concert i was super-hoping that they would play a debussy piece. for no reason other than that his music is amazing and i LOVE it.



AND THEY DID! there was a mad harp feature. fucking great.

bballas know what's on the repertoire before it even happens.

halfway through the concert i started giggling almost uncontrollably ((which totally negated my poetry slam outfit, by the way)) because i remembered a concert we did in toronto. as we exited, exex faceplanted off the stage as he was under the impression that the stairs wrapped around the whole stage. they did not. nobody helped him. we all just laughed. only because it was him. i miss that kid.



also, my hair was black and had streaks of dark blue. whatever.

but i was quite impressed. congratulations to cx on an excellent performance and a thank you to kx for joining me.

also, toronto is a baller city.