recital

 

 to walk on to a stage

to play music that you absolutely love

for an audience filled  with people whom you absolutely love

{in pants that you absolutely love}

is a feeling that, if caught in a jar and sold for any price,

i'd buy a thousand and keep them forever.

i honestly don't think that i've ever put more of myself into anything before. i worked my tookus off, and though i found my limit {it was rather chicken with the head cut off-esque,

seasoned with about ninety different instruments and it involved slurry speech and ogre hands...}

the entire process was insanely awesome.

if i could do it again,

i totes would. 

in the end, there were homemade soft pretzels from mum,

marzipan cookies from stoop,

a tits mustard selection,

catching all the breaths i forgot to take these past few months,

and so many of my favorite people under the same roof, i almost exploded.

oh shucks, ima fuggin cry.

--yeh!

all photos are by photogenius donny tsang.