I had a board meeting for the Early Music Guild tonight. It's wierd, I've been there almost three years now but I still don't understand why they want me on the board. I don't have good manners, I apparently still talk like the trailer trash I am (although I swear I'm well educated, you can't tell from listening to me talk), and I don't have a lot of money to throw around. A lot of the members are highly schooled in musical practice, and I am not. Overall, it still feels really clubby, but I don't feel like I'm in the club. I'm toying with the idea of not staying for another term, but I probably will just because I like what the group does ... in spite of how the board itself does a whole lot of nothing.
The weekend looks like it's going to be packed. Tomorrow is the Dennis Nyback Forbidden Animation Festival, Saturday will be the EMG executive director in a lute and voice recital at the Music Center of the Northwest followed by a party at djcynic's new place. Sunday is Pacific Northwest Ballet at 1 PM (1 PM Sunday and 8 PM Saturday were the castings I wanted to see - and please, if you want to go, let me know since shadowdaddy has rehearsal) with Ceili dancing lessons at the Irish Emigrant in the U-District. That means it will be next week when I can finally go see "(L)imitation of Life" at The Empty Space (with that darling Nick Garrison, mrrrorwr!) and Who Knows when I'll get to see the movie "Eternal Sunshine" or "Starsky and Hutch." Dennis is doing different shows every night, so it's possible I'll sneak back to see one more set of animated shorts, but at the rate the weeks is filling it might be just one. And no Puerto Rico in seven whole days! I think it's bringing on a case of the DTs ... or maybe it's just that its 40 fucking degrees outside, with a nice bit of wind to spread the good feelings.