Well, my first graduate school interview has ended (hopefully) successfully. *crosses fingers* But, more on that later - if you care.
Tonight, I dined with lab members at Thai Ginger in Madison Park. Good food (I'd recommend #16, if I could actually recall the dish's name), good company.
Driving home, I found myself entirely dissatisfied with NPR's Saturday evening selections. Instead, I opted for a collection of twenty ancient cassettes donated to my poor soul by a labmate and her husband (I've come to the realization that they've supplied me with more hand-me-down furniture and cool knick-knacks than my kin). What did I grab? The Best of Pink Floyd.
As luck would have it, the cassette began with my second-favorite song of all time, "Wish You Were Here." At the intersection of Madison and 23rd, I took the advantage of an extended red light to get into the spirit of my second-favorite song... I was already (of course) singing in my best, broad, low-reaching, alone-in-the-car voice ("Use your diaphragm," my opera-singer father would command). But, stuck at the traffic light, I added in some groovy head-swaying, while my hands and arms alternated between three instruments: pounding away at Imaginary Drums, strumming Imaginary Guitar, and playing Imaginary Piano. I closed my eyes just as I got to "Runnin' over the same old ground... What have we found? The same old-"
[tap, tap, tap]
*huh?*
[tap, tap, tap]
A passer-by walking on Madison was knocking on my passenger-side window. Hastily shutting off the radio, I rolled down the window, supposing she was informing me of a low tire or malfunctioning tail-light.
"Excuse me. But, are you having a seizure?"
Me: "Uh... no?"
Saved by a green light. Only seven minutes later, after crossing the Montlake Bridge, did I gather enough dignity to roll the window back up and turn the radio on. But, I switched Pink Floyd for Kiss Me, Kate!.
Posted by James at February 12, 2005 09:25 PM