Today was pretty cool

I got up early this morning. Yes I did. At 9:30. For opera. Yes, that's right. Opera.

Whoa.

Me and my best bud MB ran off to the cinema to see a broadcast of Carmen. I was amazed at how many tunes from that work have penetrated popular culture. Blows my mind. Opera. Influential.

Well.

THEN I MET MY FEMALE SELF FROM COLLEGE THERE! AND WE WENT TO HER HOUSE! AND ATE DELICIOUS FOODS!

I was hoping to see her dad's arms and armor producing workshop. I bet there's nothing quite like the sight of molten metal becoming a most awesome medieval weapon of destruction! LIKE A SWORD!

But it didn't happen, maybe later this week.

The weekend comes, what do I do?

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Unknown said…

armor producing workshop!

July 29, 2010 at 11:03 PM

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