Perfectly Imperfect

So, as a couple of you already know, tomorrow I get to perform in the US premiere of one of Tarik O'Regan's choral works, which is made doubly awesome by the fact that O'Regan flew in to work with us and is going to be here for the concert. This is a really big deal, y'all. This guy is like a rising rock star in the choral world right now.

Also, he's totally my future husband. Or, well, he will be just as soon as he clues into that fact. Several of us had dinner with him on Friday night and I got to sit right across from him. He's charming, sweet, surprisingly down to earth for a composer, and absolutely hilarious. The parts of me that weren't already head over heels for him because of his music instantly fell. I was literally chinhanding at him in rehearsal today. I would be embarrassed if I had any shame left. As it is, I'm considering downing some alcohol at the reception we're having after the concert and asking him if he'd like to help me test my hypothesis that I don't have a gag reflex.

I wonder how badly my director would kill me if I did...

ANYWAY, this is all to say that I've been bogged down as hell the last couple of days with rehearsals and pining, and it's not going to get any better until probably Monday. I could probably respond to comments, but I'd kind of rather sleep. I still love you all so very much! But don't expect to hear from me at all again until Sunday night or Monday. :D