Remyyyyy!

[evilhippo]

Guys I think I'm heartbroken. I had to return my mandolin today. My last class at the Old Town School is over. And I haven't really got the time or money to take another one, because at this point I need to actually buy a mandolin... and I don't want to buy a crappy one. So it's going to have to wait. I'm thinking my general unbalance this morning was more a result of work freaking sucking than any premature heartbreak, but I'll tell you, it was terrible going in to class and playing for the last time. No more quirky little art student girl who ran away to Spain for a year. No more woman slightly younger than my mom who didn't want to sing in her husband's band anymore, so was taking up the mandolin. No more guy with the pink converses, who I once had an extensive conversation with about hipster shoes, who was the only person I don't live with who noticed I cut my hair. The only person (or at least, the only one who said anything)! And the hardcore hipster dude who only wore sandals, and the grumpy middle-aged guy who was always frustrated by the music, but somehow enthusiastic. (All these people have names, too, but you know how I am with names and the internet). And then at the end of the hour and a half, I had to go give Remy back. I hung around and explained to my friends there why I wasn't coming back next session (need to free up time for DI, need to save up money for a proper mandolin), and ogled the mandolins in the music shop. If I'm going to get one that I like, it's probably going to cost me about $500. I'm not ready for that investment yet. But they were still fun to play with. My instructor actually told me that I should buy Remy if I liked him. I may go back in a week or two and see if he's there, and if he's reasonably priced (I mean, he was a rental instrument), I'll get him.

By far the most awkward goodbye was to my instructor, who I thanked sincerely and then, contrary to his and my own usual instincts, offered my hand. Dear goodness, everyone, the business world has infected me. Who shakes hands at a folk music school, seriously? But he recovered, and I hightailed it out of there. And now I know I'm going to miss it. Lots.

I really need to go back to school.

Comments

[zolac-no-miko.livejournal.com]

;_;

[evilhippo.livejournal.com]

I'm hoping I'll recover... And manage not to crack and sign up for lessons anyway.

[zolac-no-miko.livejournal.com]

I'm sure you'll recover. Your fellow students sounded like really awesome people, though.

[evilhippo.livejournal.com]

I'm pretty sure I'll find some other distraction soon enough (like actually attending the NaNo write-ins this year). But yes, they were very cool people. I'm surprised we didn't exchange info of some sort... but maybe that was a ploy on all of our parts to make sure we'd have to come back and take more lessons. (-;

[zolac-no-miko.livejournal.com]

Ah, good ol' NaNoWriMo... maybe someday I'll do that. ...When I have nothing else to do. @_@

Haha, how devious! ...Maybe you should stalk them anyway. Just show up someday with surprise!muffins and say hi.

...Which reminds me... making any progress with the Secret Service?