The most memorable Saturday night ever! LOL!

Oh man, if I could detail yesterday, I would. But I haven't been able to take part in recalling the shenanigans without bursting out into hysterical laughter! Every single time I try to... (.. and cue the laughing fit!!) recall the detail I laugh out loud!

It was so interesting, a handful of us remained sober, but man, watching the host get so wasted he kept tripping all over himself?

It was so funny! He's one of my very best friends, and he used to be the guy who consistently volunteered himself to be the designate, and now?

He needed one.

LOL!

I can only imagine what happened at  B-11 after we high-tailed it out of there. That is if they even made it over there!! :D

It was a nice family reunion though, that's for sure. I truly enjoyed hanging out last night!

Gratitude 1

So I just recently (and we're talking as recently as half an hour ago) reconnected with my cousin Elena via facebook and although she and I aren't super close, I have a feeling this reconnection is only going to bring forth great (and very positive) energy.

There was a reason I clicked on "Add Friend" after all!

And once again, we may not be super close, but I know I can always count on her to be straight forward and honest with me, because that's all I've ever asked of anyone I love and care for.


And she's always delivered, in fine fashion.

In closing, I know she'll see those posts and feel the love, and I can't wait to wake up to her responses tomorrow.

In fact, I'm feeling the love already!

From Calling All Angels to Hey, Soul Sister to THIS.

That's really all I need to say!

The Messiah Part 2: The Chorus.

So many memories. I wish I could share them all. I couldn't ever forget the atmosphere when I first performed this with an ensemble. We were all in our pre-teen years then, and I just remember the director of the choir telling us, "Breathe in, breathe out, you're going to be fine! You guys are going to do amazing!"

And we went out that night and totally rocked it. I remember Mom telling me, "You guys didn't look nervous to me. Not at all!"

to which I simply replied, "We just didn't want to disappoint Handel!"

And let's just say Mom cracked up so hard she had to pull over!

The Messiah: Part 1.

Messiah: Overture. (via Youtube)

I will never forget this time of year because it was around this time that the Classic Choir began pre-rehearsal for their grandest performance of the year: Handel's Messiah.

If the Hallelujah Chorus has a special place in my heart(and believe me, there is another story entirely for that part of this famous piece of classical music, which shall follow this one. and the Chorus definitely is very important to me as well.) I also must make sure to give love to the Overture because that's how it starts, and not only does it mark the beginning, it is just so beautifully written and it's the piece of classical music that really made me truly appreciate Handel as a musician and composer.


And then, there's the Chorus........ (and the memories too. In Part 2.)

Sometimes the great discord, the pain and suffering? sometimes it leads to ENLIGHTENMENT.

right on cue, it's about mid-October every year where I just lock myself in here (here of course, being my room) and sort through everything going on in my head.

There's serious duality to my personality, because most of the time I love to talk about my feelings, but at others I'll keep it all in.

And I've been asking myself this question lately: Is it duality, or is it really discord?

Maybe what it is is delightful discord, because everything I've been through in the past six weeks has led me to this period of pure enlightenment.

I'm gaining clarity.

It wasn't me at all, I had it all built up in my head.

I have my own set of issues.

And so do they.

Playing the blame game with each other never helped, and therein was the problem. this constant cycle of toxicity?

All four of us, each and every single resident of this house, had their own part in it.

And here's the kicker: Dad leaves for a couple of days (not literally leaves, but actually gets up early Monday morning and boards a flight to D.C. because he was sent on a business trip) and guess what happens?

the three of us?

Get ready!

We CO-EXISTED(and Dad will arrive back home early Wednesday afternoon.)!

and though I love him dearly, I almost, dare I say, almost wish that he wouldn't come back for a just a little bit longer?

Because we actually managed to co-exist, and for a moment, not only did I really feel like I was having an out of body experience and that the world was ending (and this because we managed to co-exist because Dad wasn't here nitpicking and nagging all three of us about every little damn thing under the effing sun...)  but that I had worried for NOTHING. Dad had made it to D.C. safe, and we had survived without him and, who knew, actually made it through? How 'bout that?


I had a moment of grace today as I stood in the living room, looked at them and smiled.

"We actually co-existed, didn't we?"

"Yeah! Don't tell Dad though, he'll never believe it," my brother grinned.

and we both began to laugh out loud, and when I say laugh out loud, I mean it.


I realized that's what I miss, those moments.


but that's why I appreciated it so much.