splitting the arrow: last night sara and i went to final fantasy. owen played a bunch of stuff from his cds and a couple tracks that weren't. he played peach plum pear and made fun of the opener (cadence weapon) for doing a joy division cover. he was hilarious. polite. a better musician and singer than his cds give him credit for.
having seen this picture of him on the r5 site when i bought tickets, i was telling sara on the way out of panera that i was hoping he'd dress like robin hood for the show. that or wear a headband. he did neither, but at one point he tucked his bow down the back of his shirt to play a line on the keyboard. after he was done, he drew it like an arrow from a quiver. the imagery was all there.
between sets, sara called her parents to wish them a happy anniversary. her mom said she should come home for the night. it's about the same distance to her house as back to school. we had to get back to paint the kitchen floor at crispus attucks for oxfam, so it didn't seem practical. somehow we ended up talking about going to her house, then up to connecticut today to see michelle/sameer and then home sunday. i knew i was too tired for it at the time, but we still explored. that and we were both supposed to drive people to the shelter and back. and get supplies. and lead the event. and when it comes down to it, i'm irresponsible, but not stubbornly so.
at the meeting place this morning, sara and i both showed up with our cars, but no one else did. in the night, fire alarms went off in south ben, displacing half the people who were supposed to work with us. i thought it was funny that an unsteady living situation made people less compassionate the the plight of the homeless. or something. it wasn't a huge job anyways; it was done in a couple hours. we're going back tomorrow (maybe with a crew?) to put on a second coat and touch up.
we cleaned the brushes off in my bathtub, which was already stained from other paint. i'll clean it eventually. i got inspired, while i was in the bathroom, to clean out thomas's sink. to my knowledge, it had never been cleaned, and the combination of a deep basin and weak water pressure made for some pretty nasty build up. all the scum and crust came off with a sponge and some comet, and now it's blue again. it's pretty.
today was thomas's orchestra show. they played copland and dvorak. thomas was complaining about neither piece having a good trombone part. he likes the dvorak better though. we were joking about how well he played his rests, but it turns out he was holding in coughs for the last three movements, so not so inaccurate.
i just picked some potato crust off the side of my computer. i'm going to sleep.
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