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.