10:00 p.m. on Saturday
Walker's Pub, downtown Athens. Skipping the so-called mandatory meeting of Redeemer folk to vote on something that is so necessary and immediate to the church's growth that voting for it is almost a no-brainer. I don't have kids, so I don't feel especially compelled to go.
I returned from the Georgia Music Teachers Association annual conference unscathed and pretty much unchanged. The most useful seminar was on teaching methods for children with learning disabilities, especially autism. I have taught an autistic child in the past year, and I wish I had attended a seminar like that before taking the student. It would have been much less frustrating.
Carrollton, GA, is pretty boring, BTW. I can't apologize for that opinion because, even if you are from there, you really can't argue that it is anything but. Maybe it is just the campus that is like that. Maybe I didn't see the downtown area. I dunno. I'm happy to be back in Athens.
As soon as I got back, I ran to the UGA main library to check out Mozart's Concerto for Clarinet in A Major (K. 622, for those of y'all who care about that kind of thing). Apparently, I might be accompanying a symphony clarinetist (clarinetan? clarinetite? Bueller?) during the prelude of a wedding I'm playing in two weeks. If I can't play the piano part, I'll just tell the clarinetist (clarineetian?) that we aren't playing it. Or he can play it solo, and I'll be the first one to clap when it's over.
So I ate at Mellow Mushroom and sat outside because the weather is amazing tonight. I met a guy from Atlanta who designs custom homes, a homeless guy named Mike who asked for change (I didn't have any), and a half-drunk guy named Steve who was with pseudo-Goth girl. Steve and p-Gg lit up, so I changed venue.
To Walker's, outside, where I met Andrew, a 1L at UGA law who is scandalously dating a 3L (name withheld due to writer's ignorance). He watched my computer twice so I could go to the bathroom, and I bought him a beer (so I wouldn't be the only person outside with a drink--a margarita, no salt, thank you very much). My computer battery began to die (I was here a long time), so I changed venue again.
To the inside of Walker's. Not a big move, but I can't not read the book I brought if I don't have power for my laptop. So here I am, blogging, watching Vandy catch up to Florida (21-28 late in the 4th), drinking a watery margarita (the same one, thank you very much), and sipping on an Italian soda (strawberry & vanilla--I'm gonna catch diabetes).
What else do you want to know? That pretty much sums up the last few hours of my life. I'm happy here. :) Good times.
I returned from the Georgia Music Teachers Association annual conference unscathed and pretty much unchanged. The most useful seminar was on teaching methods for children with learning disabilities, especially autism. I have taught an autistic child in the past year, and I wish I had attended a seminar like that before taking the student. It would have been much less frustrating.
Carrollton, GA, is pretty boring, BTW. I can't apologize for that opinion because, even if you are from there, you really can't argue that it is anything but. Maybe it is just the campus that is like that. Maybe I didn't see the downtown area. I dunno. I'm happy to be back in Athens.
As soon as I got back, I ran to the UGA main library to check out Mozart's Concerto for Clarinet in A Major (K. 622, for those of y'all who care about that kind of thing). Apparently, I might be accompanying a symphony clarinetist (clarinetan? clarinetite? Bueller?) during the prelude of a wedding I'm playing in two weeks. If I can't play the piano part, I'll just tell the clarinetist (clarineetian?) that we aren't playing it. Or he can play it solo, and I'll be the first one to clap when it's over.
So I ate at Mellow Mushroom and sat outside because the weather is amazing tonight. I met a guy from Atlanta who designs custom homes, a homeless guy named Mike who asked for change (I didn't have any), and a half-drunk guy named Steve who was with pseudo-Goth girl. Steve and p-Gg lit up, so I changed venue.
To Walker's, outside, where I met Andrew, a 1L at UGA law who is scandalously dating a 3L (name withheld due to writer's ignorance). He watched my computer twice so I could go to the bathroom, and I bought him a beer (so I wouldn't be the only person outside with a drink--a margarita, no salt, thank you very much). My computer battery began to die (I was here a long time), so I changed venue again.
To the inside of Walker's. Not a big move, but I can't not read the book I brought if I don't have power for my laptop. So here I am, blogging, watching Vandy catch up to Florida (21-28 late in the 4th), drinking a watery margarita (the same one, thank you very much), and sipping on an Italian soda (strawberry & vanilla--I'm gonna catch diabetes).
What else do you want to know? That pretty much sums up the last few hours of my life. I'm happy here. :) Good times.
posted by Jason at 9:58 PM
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Sorry. I was afraid it might have been you.
That's what I'm sayin'. Give us the scoop.
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