Sadly, today saw the end of my streak as a recorder soloist with the opera. No more Coronation of Poppea. No more overweight opera singers groping breasts, fondling love handles, or stroking inner thighs... ewwwww.

Also, on a much sadder note... no more cute guy who sang Ottone on Thursday and Sataurday nights. Alas, ours was a non-mutual, non-existent love affair. I'll never forget you!

ha ha ha - I'm such a dork.

But! I am a much happier, more optimistic dork at least :)