OK, Brian Stokes Mitchell needs to come live in my apartment so he can sing for me whenever I want him to. He was, quite simply, phenomenal. Good Lord. His voice. Sooo good. He closed with "Impossible Dream," which I'd seen him perform before. (Still awesome.) But seeing him sing "Wheels of a Dream"? "This Nearly Was Mine"? Dreamy. And he seemed pretty tall. And he kissed the hand of the orchestra's first violin. *swoon* The man needs to put out an album.
In other news, I was quite pleased with myself after yesterday's company picnic. I played volleyball with some other people and found that my serve is still quite consistent. I never was able to serve overhand, but whenever the coach absolutely had to have the ball go over the net, he called on me. A bunch of us who played yesterday had played in high school or whatnot and we all found ourselves having flashbacks and hearing our coaches yell at us. A good time. Except that since it was hot and muggy and I was exerting myself, I immediately turned bright red. I hate that.
Anyway, this weekend: Homecoming! Whee! And work. Which, not quite "whee." Oh well.
Current song in my head:
"This Nearly Was Mine" from South Pacific