19.11.11

Satur-busy-day

Well, today's the big day—I have so much to do! I've got to get showered/dressed/actually-put-makeup-on by 0900, then I'm off and outta here!

At 1100, I have my designer friend coming in to town to do fittings for a charity fashion show at the local Christmas Festival. (The funny thing is, I don't even celebrate Christmas!)
After meeting with the designer, I've got kids from work coming to do our singing—I work with the after school program, and we've got four songs to sing. I think I know them best of anyone there, aside from other staff. Oh dear. We sing at 1115.

Then at 1200, it's the staff—all of us that aren't afraid of the locals are going to sing 'Twelve Staff of the Society' to introduce the women that this town leaves their children with. (But so far, most have decided to be absent for that…thanks. Way to show a cohesive unit!)

Then at 1315, the Fashion Show! I've done most of the organizing for that—getting models, measurements, my old (and working wonderfully, do you hear me?!) CD player out and ready, digging up clothing racks (which I have yet to locate).

On top of that, I have to find a way to rig up a speaker system to my keyboard, because I'm to play music alongside two of the four songs from my group (one of those songe still needs to be printed off. Shhhhhh!), and one other act needs the keyboard for her accompanist.

THEN, when all the Festival stuff is done on my part (and I'm not staying to clean!), I'm going to the high school to help make turtles for the 10000 Villages/Bethlehem Market next (already?!) week.

THEN, I have a hockey game to volunteer at, but I really don't know if I'm going to go…there's so much already on my plate.

Luckily, tomorrow I'm going to pretend I have a social life and hang out with one of my friends in town. I'm going to show up on his doorstep at 1000, and make him amuse me for hours. Should be fun.

Did I forget anything? I'm sure I did. Absolutely positive of it, in fact—now, if only I could remember what it ws that I forgot.

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