Ok... so alone in the house time was restructured into alone in the house but very busy outside the house. Dinner, dancing, 10 hours in the record store. I envied no man.
However I did have ONE night out of the original five where I was alone... in the house. Last night.
I left work at the hookah lounge around 2am having stayed late to talk and enjoy a hookah like everyone gets to. Upon arrival at home I engaged in many boring activities, feeding the cat, washing my face, eating my roommates hummus on my other roommates tortilla standing by the sink like a 35 year old bachelor who's become to accustomed to not going out he's completely forgotten the comforts of sitting at a table in a chair with either conversation or at least a book to keep him company.
Then I finally took advantage of having an entire house to myself. I played my cello for hours as loud as I possibly could. And this is what I discovered.
Covering Billy Idol's White Wedding as a slow jazz number is a either recipe for awesome or disaster.
I need another week of practice before debuting Canon in D at Joanna's wedding.
If I attempt fast slides after a week of not playing... I will cut open my pinky on my D string.
But now my roommates have returned from Bonnaroo and things are back to normal.
OH MY FUCKING GOD I GET KICKED OUT OF THIS HOUSE IN JULY!! WHY HAVEN'T I PACKED?!
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