I'm at the airport. I m glad I got here early, since my uitcase set off some alarm, and they spent about half an hour looking through and opening everything, even the unopened boxes of presents. Of course,, my flight is delayed, so it may not matter.
Sean, are you at my house?
Ooh, what did you play? Because I totally played the violin for nine years. No pits for me though, as I avoided them in HS, due to lack of interest in playing songs from "Lil Abner."
I play(ed) violin and viola. I played through college, so most of the pit work I did was during my undergrad at UConn. I played for a bunch of ballets and operas and saw none of them.
I actually never played in a normal musical pit, but I feel like that would have been fun!
Sean, are you at my house?
No, not yet. I was waiting for traffic to die down. Maybe a little after 8:00 or so, I plan on heading over there, and spending the night.
Cool. I will be here for a long time it looks like so if you have any queestions, you can call me on my cell.
Cripes, Lee. Sorry to hear that.
Eh, it happens. People should entertain me though.
I'm not your monkey!
You aren't?! Then whose monkey are you? And what have you done with Sean? Couldn't ya just dance and fling dung a little? Would that kill ya?
You sure? I thought there was a memo about that.
eta: (hee on the x-post) Um, if you are going to fling dung, can you do it before you get to my place?