I know it is sort of working because I have a cold and I look like a reanimated zombie.
Tomorrow: six hours of Wagner. That should clear out the sinuses.
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Haven't been able to type these sentences at 6pm on a weekday for about a million years (maybe TWO million years): Just now back from the gym. Ick - I am all sticky. There are funny-looking people there with bad fashion choices. And cute boy sprinters running around the track outside.
And now, a report on the conntinuing d-r-a-m-a-ette that is my Double Life.
Which is, (because it amuses me - and because I am all sweaty) couched as a Really Bad Interview of a Sportsperson the day after a Sporting Clusterfuck. The interviewer's name is Ron. We can therefore take Ron's tact, sensitivity and suit straining over his middle-aged paunch as read.
Q: Are you over the crushing disappointment that was your sub-standard performance in the Liederfest Final?
A: I suspect it will niggle for approximately, ooh, the entire rest of my life.
Q: And yet you seem sort of chirpy.
A: It is indeed true that I have recovered most of my natural Chirp, thanks, Ron.
Q: Why is that, exactly? After a screw-up like that, I mean: come on.
A: Well, Ron, once I'd calmed down a little the reason it happened finally came to me. I find that NOT KNOWING why is the worst part of it, don't you? And the reason was: I was very tired and stiff and sore after running two ceremonies and then rushing home and off to the venue to sing in the heat, all on the same day. It affected my breathing and my energy levels and I even sang one top B flat flat.
Q: So you're saying it wasn't your fault then?
A: Er - no? Just that my usual policy of attempting to keep work and singing seperate meant I didn't take into account the effect one would have on the other. I KNOW that the day after a ceremony double-header I'm usually moving around like I'm 90. Just forgot that 90-year-olds very rarely win national singing competitions.
Q: How did old people get into this interview? We're not supposed to talk about old people. It depresses our 18-30 demographic and the advertisers will go away. I'll be made redundant. Don't you know there's a global financial situation??
A: Here, breathe into this paper bag.
Q: <indistinctly>: So. What. Should.You.Have.Done.In.Yourpreparation?
A: Glad to see you're a professional, Ron. To answer your question: What I needed to do on that morning was some fairly vigorous exercise - the gym or a swim - to get everything loosened up, energised and...flowing again. Treated myself like an athlete - a tired, grumpy one - instead of a voice that was somehow mysteriously not connected to a body.
Q: I got nothing.
A: What's written on those cards you've been holding?
Q: <reads slowly> What's the next event on the hor - horizon?
A: Well done you, Ron. That's a three syllable word! Next is any number of competitions....but then there's my Music Lovers Society Recital on 16th May, and this will be my main focus. That and hitting the gym, sleeping, practicing like crazy and eating a LOT of fruit and vegetables to stave off the inevitable change-of-season Lurgy already doing the rounds in my office. I am NEVER letting work interfere with singing ever again.
Q: Do you have anything to say to the viewers at home?
A: Yes - THANK YOU to everyone who sent me messages of support (when I made the final) and concern and sympathy (when I bombed out so badly). It meant a lot. Three brave souls even came to the two performances...and that is a LOT of lieder to sit through if you're not really passionate about lieder. Which is most people. Really.
Q: I have to go and interview a surfboard-riding dog now.
A: No worries. Good to see you're living the dream, Ron.
Apparently the the Universe is realigning itself in an Alexandra-friendly configuration.
1. My birthday is on 7th August. Which is a THURSDAY. It is hard to get into a party mood on a Thursday. And the following Saturday (which would be the logical Jour Du Partay) I have two ceremonies to run. Blergh. Which leaves me a Sunday which means I will be doing an Afternoon Tea at Elley's. Which will still be fun, but not, you know, a Partay.
I saw that Vampire Weekend are coming to Melbourne! On the 6th of August! Which is the day before my birthday! And I got a ticket! Which means I can go out on a Wednesday night and have a really good reason to dance and drink and have a Jolly Good Time and see in my birthday with a drink in my hand! (Or feeling ill at the very thought. Whichever. i'm good.)
But then x 2:
I now have a reason to go to Vodka, Borscht and Tears on a Thursday night - the actual real birthday evening. Plus hair of the dog. Plus getting the Partaying/Drinking/Squeeing Loudly in Public thing out of my system before my parental units (and hopefully sister and niece) arrive for the rather more sedate afternoon tea on the Sunday afternoon.
2. My house is a god-awful mess. It is impossible to know where to start.
I did some dishes. In a, you know, not-starting-anything-huge-in-fact-not-
3. Kwan at the coffee place makes crap coffee
Nah, Universal Realignment does not apparently cover Kwan's chronic daily overheating and roughing-up of my latte. It's like he has a special anti-talent.
4. There are no hot boys at my gym
There was one tonight who was Mr Chest and Arms and Shoulders and was pale and interesting and had wire-rimmed glasses on, people. Yowza! I had to make sure I was studying the display of my cross-trainer whenever he looked up from doing the seated row with the arms and the chest and the....ooooo. Excuse me for a moment.