Carmina Burana

Note to self: Avoid being in operas. On Saturday we performed Carmina Burana. Sure, it was fun to sing and listen to the adult choir and the amazing soloists, but it's pretty tedious by the 20th song. I did enjoy it though. Especially when the soprano sang. She could sing SO high and hold it for SO long. However, I've got to admit, the tenor was better. He belted out the incredibly loud yet beautiful notes. Mom said that was her favorite part.
What entertained me through the boring parts though was the drummer. I'll leave out the long conversation Mom and I had about him and just tell it in my own words. He was basically this hilarious guy who got SO into the music you could help but smile. During the practices he goofed off with us until the director, Jon Bush, told him to "Focus!".

On Sunday I told some Young Women about the swing dancing Nikol's teaching. Then I gave a note to Peter to tell the rest of the Young Men. Apparently Briant told some too. However, it turns out that next Thursday, which will be our first meeting, the Relief Society are taking a lot of our Young Women away to babysit. That bummed me out, but of course I won't tell them to leave their jobs to come dance. The Young Men responded well. I'm sure we'll have a decent sized amount of boys. Ryan Gewondjan called me to tell me that he was coming and Peter probably was too. So we for sure have... two. =)

Today I am working on my birthday card for my friend Audrey. She's not letting her get her presents, so I'm making this binder called "The Audrey Book". It's a card, just a very large one. It's going to have lots of stuff like 14 Reasons Why We Love Audrey (she's turning 14) and lots of stuff of that sort. I'm sure she'll like it.
One thing I have in there is "My First Memories of Audrey". It was painful to put in there because one of my first memories of her was when Krista, her, and I were playing a make believe game where we were puppies and we told her to go play hide and go seek. She hid in the closet, but instead of looking for her, we went downstairs and played video games. I know. Mean! But wait- there's more. When she finally came out, she said, "Hey! You guys are puppies! Puppies don't play video games!" We told her we had found a magical potion that turned us into humans.
When she asked us for some, we simply stated, "Oh sorry. We just ran out."
I was so mean! I've apologized to her many times now and I also apologized in the story after writing down the events. I then told some more pleasant memories I had of her.
That's basically it for now!
Bye!