Lousy poetic justice.

sakibombshell can fill with even more pride, because I did in fact vote on Tuesday. Having no party affiliation, I got to choose which primary to vote in, so I chose the Republican ballot (since, you know, they actually had people running against each other). Nobody I voted for actually won, which reaffirms my desire to Get Involved before November, but at least Don "Holy fuck, did he just say that? For real? Not as a joke?" Goldwater didn't win either.

On Tuesday I also found out that I won two tickets to the Phoenix Symphony Orchestra through the honors program (it's good for something besides affixing Latin to your diploma!), so on Thursday mko and I made the perilous journey into the heart of downtown Phoenix. She wore a Hufflepuff tie. I wore fire boots and a fire shirt and bright orange pants that make me look like I have a bulge, as I found out in the bathroom at intermission. I will not wear these pants again unless 1) I am also wearing my freakishly-long motorcycle shirt (also with flames) or 2) I am impersonating a man.

Apparently the PSO has taken to handing out "scorecards" that divide each piece of music into numbered sections. There are two screens on either side of the stage that show the numbers as the piece progresses and the orchestra plays the corresponding music, so that the audience can follow along and read about the musical significance/abstract message/actual story behind each bit of music. I thought it was terribly neat, although the pieces I was following on the scorecard seemed to go by much faster than the ones I just listened to.

At any rate, we heard a short piece by Shostakovich (old-timey Soviet goodness!), Christopher Rousse (I like a composer who's not afraid of THE GONG), and finally Beethoven's 3rd Symphony (I love you, Napoleon! I mean, fuck you, Napoleon!).

I will note that one of the violinists had an assistance dog (specifically a golden retriever) that made me smile every time I looked at it, because it just slept through the whole ordeal. Even THE GONG and the five minutes of percussion-mania that occurred in Rousse's piece failed to startle the dog. That was one content fucking dog.

And then I finished off the week by getting the flu for the first time in two years. It wouldn't be so bad if I hadn't been bragging about not having had the flu for two years just the week before. So, I've been subsisting on orange tea and chili peppers. Nothing clears the sinuses like orange tea and chili peppers. I've also found that mango nectar is a good substitute for milk when you want something thick to drink but simply cannot stomach milk because your sinuses are going apeshit and causing milk to taste absolutely bizarre.