Lord (Nelson) of the Rings

Last night we attended the 2nd read-through session of the Summer Choral Institute. Haydn's Lord Nelson Mass was the selected piece. Who is this Nelson and why does he gets a mass?

Anyway, I went in with lower expectations of myself this time and had a much better time. There were only a few times when I sang my own "special" part.

The text was in Latin so I struggled a bit with some of the pronunciation. Of course the word "homo" kept showing up and I snickered each time.

I always have a good time watching the other singers. The sopranos with their shiny lip gloss and air of superiority purse their lips and look disapprovingly at the frumpy altos. The tenors with their throat-warming scarfs and neatly parted hair look at the basses and shake their heads...after all, the lower you sing the dumber you are.

The refreshments were one of my favorite parts of the night. It was this odd mix of grapes, Cheez-Its, carrot sticks, trail mix, and mini Peppermint Patties. I saw Sister Woodruf (2nd Soprano) pacing around nervously, her shifty eyes searching for the proper refreshments-punch and cookies.

Last session the refreshment table had a giant bowl of delicious-looking chocolate covered pretzels. Of course, at break time all the altos ran to the table and devoured the whole bowl. By the time I got there there was nothing but a chocolate smear on the table cloth. Altos are hungry.

Now, that comment I made earlier about the tenors obviously does not apply to Craig. (Craig, please don't beat me again, even though you say it's for my own good.)

That is all.