September 27, 2018

Trip to Eden brothers, hungry to buy all the seeds, all the bulbs.

Meet-and-greet with our majors yesterday. Festive. It’s always surprising to hear oneself praised.

Last Men’s Chorus rehearsal before Pride. We forget that in that din no one will hear us at all, let alone the little nuances we try to put into the music. All I want to do is put on a tuxedo, stand in a line and sing the best music in the world. We’re donning diamond tiaras and singing “Diamonds Are a Girl’s Best Friend,” doing a kick line, waving flags. I’ve managed single-handedly to hold off the burning batons and evening gowns, but how long will that last?