It was like classy, nonsexual porn.
Apr. 28th, 2010 09:57 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
coffeebuddhaI spent my evening watching pretty, black-clad boys play classical, acoustic guitar. If you haven't picked up on it yet, I have a bit of a...thing for hands. So, to sum up, pretty music, pretty boys, and pretty hands. Ho yeah, it was a good night.
I go to a lot of concerts both because I'm required to attend a certain amount of concerts per semester for my major and because I like music. On Monday I went to an amazing instrumental jazz concert. The trumpet section wasn't all that great, but the rest of the ensemble was pretty stellar. Plus, the guest trumpet player, who was a phenomenal player who made the other players look like ass, was a total cutey, so bonus points for that.
The concert I went to tonight was for the guitar ensemble. All male, all talented, andalmost all cute. The only real complaint that I had was that one of the players, who actually played my favorite song of the night, was a mouth breather and his loud, annoying breathing really took away from my enjoyment of his very lovely playing.
On a completely unrelated note, I saw my ex walking from his apartment toward campus this morning. I thought about stopping and offering him a ride, then I remembered that he broke up with me as soon as he realized that I was serious about the physical boundaries I set when we first got together. I let the bastard walk.
I go to a lot of concerts both because I'm required to attend a certain amount of concerts per semester for my major and because I like music. On Monday I went to an amazing instrumental jazz concert. The trumpet section wasn't all that great, but the rest of the ensemble was pretty stellar. Plus, the guest trumpet player, who was a phenomenal player who made the other players look like ass, was a total cutey, so bonus points for that.
The concert I went to tonight was for the guitar ensemble. All male, all talented, and
On a completely unrelated note, I saw my ex walking from his apartment toward campus this morning. I thought about stopping and offering him a ride, then I remembered that he broke up with me as soon as he realized that I was serious about the physical boundaries I set when we first got together. I let the bastard walk.