Tea: Ginger Peach Green.
Music: (External) Various selections for middle school orchestra and chorus; (Internal) Bruce Cockburn, "If I Had a Rocket Launcher"
Time: Evening
Okay, so maybe a rocket launcher would be a bit extreme. But tonight only served to reinforce my belief that some people (namely, I and others of my choosing) should be allowed to carry blowguns.
Nothing lethal, mind you. Tranquilizer darts only. A little "Pffft," a little sting in the neck, and someone annoying goes sleepy-bye for a couple of hours.
Tonight's middle school music concert would have been a target-rich environment.
The exuberant toddler who ran around between songs gets a pass. He was quiet during the music. But the person behind him who kept egging him on? Pffft!
The couple who picked the start of the second orchestra's performance to make their entrance -- not slipping in silently, but clomping up the steps? Pffft! Pffft!
(Her t-shirt read "Goddess." Um, maybe this one.)
The parents who thought we were all there to listen to them blather sotto voce, instead of hearing -- oh, I don't know -- music? Pffft! Pffft! Pffft! Pffft! Pffft! Pffft!
I'm merciful, though. I'd let them go without radio collars and ear tags.
Tonight's mischievously spooky story:
Saki (H.H. Munro), "Laura"
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