final whistle

Urrrrrrgh. This word neatly sums up my mental state, having gotten in from Creation at 2 and hit the sack at 2.30, then having my alarm needlessly wake me up at 7.30 when it's orchestration today, not composition. Meaning I got up a little too early. Urrrrrgh. We had a choice of 9.30-10.15 or 10.15-11 today. I managed to get to the bus stop at 9.10 but the sodding bus didn't come till 9.30. So I surreptitiously went to the later class, on Ravel's Gaspard de la Nuit, forfeiting the earlier one. (on Takemitsu's Litany) Was a really good lecture, albeit a short one, on expressive use of registers and suchlike.



Creation was ... interesting. It was packed to bursting point, especially in the VIP room, and there wasn't really much room to do anything in Act 1. So we (me and Bob) wandered around for a bit, dissociating ourselves from the badminton club guys, and found a slightly more veritable proposition in Act 2; indie, rock, metal. I had my Muse shirt on, and of course the best thing was when they played Plug In Baby; some girl in a white top looked at me and smiled, and to be sure I would've gone over and followed up if I didn't already have plans with Fi. But I didn't, so I left it. About 12.30 the 'indie' room turned into some kind of crap funk parody of James Brown, which was truly dreadful. I think it would be less painful to have my testicles pierced. So we ventured back up to the 'foam party', which wasn't a party at all, but a huge jet squirting out bubble bath stuffs in the main Act 1 area. The jet had a small radius as well, so hardly anyone got bubbles. Slightly disappointing. Between 12.45-1.45ish, we just alternated between the two rooms. Managed to blag some cab home with another guy to make the fare cheaper.



On the way past Halo, Bob asked if I wanted to check it out sometime with him. For those not in the know, Halo is a recently opened club in a church. I might be wrong, but I think that's really blasphemous/sacrilegious. After all, do you want to be the guy who can boast: "Oh yer guv, I pulled this fox in a church"? You might as well talk about doing it doggy-doggy in the pews or vestibules. It should be closed and soon!