The Reluctant Receptionist

still no word on the alyson/kaiser sklown front, so i can either assume that she’s still in labor (it is her first child, after all, EEK) or that she’s too busy being part of a new happy family, gazing lovingly down at her newborn child in the hospital bed (cut to stock footage) and then looking up at her husband adoringly. maybe they both do a little smiling through tears. i don’t know; i’ve never had a child, and unless they make some amazing advances in medicine (hello, colonic pregnancy!) i won’t be having one any time soon. all i know is that if the baby (our GODSON. i’m sorry, secondary adult life partner) has been birthed, i’ll be hearing about it soon. or else we’ll never hear from any of them again, in which case i will assume that the new little family has fled for canada for some reason, having assumed new identities, deciding to start a new life. it could have something to do with that slave/porn ring they’ve been running out of their living room. but that’s just a theory.

ah, yes, the day their son is born i’m talking about them running a slave/porn ring. why? because i have CLASS!

anyway, that’s all that’s really going on here in new york. things continue to spin along, the neverending string of work and rehearsals and application-sending. we had church rehearsal last night, and it’s been interesting trying to meld my “new” voice (the one that i’ve been working on so hard with ira, the one that has a full bottom end and a resonant, spinning [kind of loud] top end, with everything in-between having the kind of cut that can get through an orchestra. meaning, basically, re-finding my opera voice) with something that i can use in the tenor II section of a choir. granted, there are some big, big voices in our choir and it’s ually not an issue at all. it’s only when we sing softly that i have to modify, and so far it hasn’t been a problem. what’s funny is that even though i’ve been singing only baritone rep, it’s actually easier for me to hit all the high notes in choir this year.

oh, singing. you are a cruel mistress.