Peter and I decided to meet up on Friday in Baltimore instead of waiting ’til Saturday and then coming back on Sunday. So we met up and went to Patient First, since I had absolutely no voice for the second time in a month. The doctor told me that I had bacterial laryngitis, which is why it wasn’t going away. Thank goodness for those antibiotics. I am better now!! I actually have a voice, and that is wonderful. We decided to have a poor man’s dinner in his car that night. Burger King. Scrumptious.
The next day, we basically wandered around the city of Baltimore. We did touristy things, like going on the US Taney, checking out the waterside, trying out local restaurants. One thing we did not know until Saturday was that our hotel was in the ghetto. We obviously realized this on Friday, but we didn’t know the extent until Saturday when we saw how nice the “Eastside” was compared to the “Westside”. It’s kind of funny, actually. I still had a great time, even in the creepy, peeping-tom hotel in the ghetto.
Ben Folds was that night, and we were nice and close! It was very exciting!!! The only crappy thing was that I couldn’t sing along.. but I still croaked out some trombone noises during Army. I couldn’t just sit there during my favorite part! I really wanted to see Ben after, but I know that there are some crazy stalker-fans out there, and he probably wouldn’t be leaving the place until later that night. So, Ben… if you ever read this, please send an autographed picture to me for my birthday that was 2 days after your concert. Thanks.
I am really excited about Thanksgiving Break, although my break won’t begin until Wednesday of next week. I still have 3 more days of teaching kindergarten next week. I can’t wait for the 6 hour drive. Honestly. I have a voice and plan on singing the whole way home. I love alone time sometimes.
Peter wore a tux to his chorus concert tonight. Woo woo!
I need to finish my work sample.
Oh, yea. Sarah and I went to Starbucks today, and I got an eggnog latte. They only filled my cup up halfway, so I complained. Then they gave me another, bigger eggnog latte for free. That’s some good customer service. That’s real conversation for your ass.