my big fat hen
Jan. 24th, 2005 02:56 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
leedySome thoughts:
1. We had an extremely impromptu dinner party last night - it started with us deciding to make veggie lasagne, then realizing that the recipe we wanted to try served six, and we could do a smaller quantity, but why not just make the full recipe and invite some people round? It was tremendous fun, and I realized that gathering people together and feeding them and then sitting around talking rubbish with them is one of the things in life that makes me very, very happy. We ate lots of yummy food, and (because everyone brought wine) got somewhat sloshed, and stayed up rather too late engaging in witty banter (hem hem), discovering in the process that several men of my acquaintance find this album cover amazingly sexy (no, I don't get it either), and that the bottle of wine that one friend "liberated" from a college wine reception tasted uncannily like tinned peaches (we were obviously drunk by then, as we kept drinking it while commenting on its great awfulness). There was also much admiring of Brian's![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
amphoteric-created sock monkey, Blaise - including an attempted MONKEYNAPPING, foiled by the fact that Blaise's head was sticking out through the neckhole of the would-be monkeynapper's jumper.
That said, next time I have a spontaneous party, I think I will try to not have it on a Sunday. I still feel a tad "OH GOD I THINK I DRANK AN ENTIRE BOTTLE OF WINE LAST NIGHT, NOT TO MENTION THE GIN". Urgh. I have done sod-all work today, and I sense I will be less-than-brilliant at my yoga class this evening.
2. Another productive band practice on Saturday, though we were mainly working on two things that Simon and Paul had brought in, practically fully-formed - thus prompting another one of my "gah, why do I hardly ever do that? I am TEH_CRAP" fits of self-doubt. I suppose it's partly because it's very hard to work out chords, etc., when you only have a clarinet to work on, and partly because I think I'm just better at reacting to other people's ideas than starting on a musical blank page, but it still makes me feel a bit like I'm not pulling my weight.
Anyhow, I had a good conversation with John B. about it after rehearsal - he was saying he sometimes feels the same way, but that what we do to the ideas that our bandmates bring in is just as important, and that we usually turn them into something very different from the original notion. Which is true, I suppose, and kind of reassuring. Also, I have had one of Paul's tunes stuck in my head ever since the practice, so yay, catchiness. It currently has the working title of "The Train To Ballinasloe" (our working titles seem to be getting sillier, even by our standards - the other thing we were working on rejoices in the name "My Big Fat Hen"...).
3. I learned from the Observer Music Magazine this morning that one of Motley Crue was recently married by none other than ... M.C. HAMMER. Apparently, he has become a minister. I have been trying to persuade various couples that they want, nay, NEED to be married by M.C. Hammer, but so far nobody seems terribly taken with the idea. They are no fun.
1. We had an extremely impromptu dinner party last night - it started with us deciding to make veggie lasagne, then realizing that the recipe we wanted to try served six, and we could do a smaller quantity, but why not just make the full recipe and invite some people round? It was tremendous fun, and I realized that gathering people together and feeding them and then sitting around talking rubbish with them is one of the things in life that makes me very, very happy. We ate lots of yummy food, and (because everyone brought wine) got somewhat sloshed, and stayed up rather too late engaging in witty banter (hem hem), discovering in the process that several men of my acquaintance find this album cover amazingly sexy (no, I don't get it either), and that the bottle of wine that one friend "liberated" from a college wine reception tasted uncannily like tinned peaches (we were obviously drunk by then, as we kept drinking it while commenting on its great awfulness). There was also much admiring of Brian's
amphoteric-created sock monkey, Blaise - including an attempted MONKEYNAPPING, foiled by the fact that Blaise's head was sticking out through the neckhole of the would-be monkeynapper's jumper.That said, next time I have a spontaneous party, I think I will try to not have it on a Sunday. I still feel a tad "OH GOD I THINK I DRANK AN ENTIRE BOTTLE OF WINE LAST NIGHT, NOT TO MENTION THE GIN". Urgh. I have done sod-all work today, and I sense I will be less-than-brilliant at my yoga class this evening.
2. Another productive band practice on Saturday, though we were mainly working on two things that Simon and Paul had brought in, practically fully-formed - thus prompting another one of my "gah, why do I hardly ever do that? I am TEH_CRAP" fits of self-doubt. I suppose it's partly because it's very hard to work out chords, etc., when you only have a clarinet to work on, and partly because I think I'm just better at reacting to other people's ideas than starting on a musical blank page, but it still makes me feel a bit like I'm not pulling my weight.
Anyhow, I had a good conversation with John B. about it after rehearsal - he was saying he sometimes feels the same way, but that what we do to the ideas that our bandmates bring in is just as important, and that we usually turn them into something very different from the original notion. Which is true, I suppose, and kind of reassuring. Also, I have had one of Paul's tunes stuck in my head ever since the practice, so yay, catchiness. It currently has the working title of "The Train To Ballinasloe" (our working titles seem to be getting sillier, even by our standards - the other thing we were working on rejoices in the name "My Big Fat Hen"...).
3. I learned from the Observer Music Magazine this morning that one of Motley Crue was recently married by none other than ... M.C. HAMMER. Apparently, he has become a minister. I have been trying to persuade various couples that they want, nay, NEED to be married by M.C. Hammer, but so far nobody seems terribly taken with the idea. They are no fun.
