The big splurge was for the gold coins. I might be forced to change my costume, last minute, to a pirate just so that I can carry around tons of gold coins.
As it is, I believe I'll be going as Gaea. Or a wood nymph. Baaasically the same thing, right? Either way, I bought a green, sparkly half-mask, and will be buying fake flowers to weave into my hair/around my person. I just need to find an appropriately green, and or springy dress to complete the look. Wish me luck.
I have also seen an interesting morning ritual. Tai chi with props. I say props because I have no better word. I assume they're meant to focus the energies, or some other chi related business. Nevertheless, swords are being brandished, and balls are being balanced on swaying racquets. I am very much intrigued by this practice. I would love to become a daily practitioner of tai chi, but alas and alack, learning the art is either prohibitively expensive, or does not fit in to my schedule. There are no evening tai chi classes, apparently.
I could attempt to befriend the grandparents of one of my students, with the hope that they would teach me, but I'm pretty sure that my contract explicitly states that I am not to attempt to contact the families of students for any reason. I thought that strange at first, but maybe if they were always being plagued for cultural lessons, well, that explains it.
In other news, yesterday I bought a Panda usb speaker. It's the cutest little thing that you ever did see, I tell you what. (Please, excuse my lapse into colloquialisms)
That reminds me, though: I need to brush up on my childhood songs. BINGO is getting a bit tired, Do Your Ears Hang Low is only going to be hilarious for another week, and while the allure of Bringing Home A Baby Bumblebee is sure to last long after I'm gone, a fresh song is required.
So many of my childhood favorites are illusive whisps of memory. I can hear parts of the music in my head, and maybe a line or two, but the whole song slips away before I can grasp even enough to do a google search.
In further separate news, it is Wednesday as I type this into my iPhone. Which means it is Quiz Night. Last week's dive into our cultural subconscious, the flexing of our political muscles, and the general amiability of a large group if westerners at a western bar answering western questions was forgone due to Super Husband's un-enviable talent for catching the flu. A mild case, it would seem, but chills and body aches are nothing to sneeze at - pun very much intended. So, I wrapped him up snug in blankets, forced ginger tea down his throat, and promised that I wouldn't catch whatever he had. He was feeling much better by Saturday, and Perfectly Fine by Monday morning, so it was off to school for the Chinese scholar.
And I kept my word: not a single symptom has manifested in me.
**As I actually post this it is Thursday Morning.**
We didn't do very well at quiz night. There was a round on Mythology that was designed for the Greeks themselves, and a round on science that, while not that hard, was made impossible by the fact that you couldn't hear any of the questions and the asker of said questions went really, very, too fast.
But we really did very well in the music round, no thanks to me.
80s music (and honestly, music in general) is something I can sing along to, but tell you no pertinent information about.
Like, oh, who sings it.
Or what it's called.
But, I am now aware that Tony Basil sung Mickey.
And that is information I shall cherish.
Until I forget it... probably today.
Happy Thursday.
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