glittery aftereffects

joyous because i didn't have schenkerian analysis tonight. i left early, grabbed a crêpe sucre on my way down st michel (my flute on my back, after going to my last cat cantin lesson and my final islamic architecture class ), and waited around for 15 or 20 minutes expecting people...and then vaguely remembered my prof had assigned the rest of the class projects and wished me a bon retour aux états-unis last week...

but - some things restent sur mes épaules, unfortunately. the rest of this islam dissert, and something about domaine musicale and the total serialists of the 1950s, i like to wave my hands about it but it has to get written tonight. then pascal's final tomorrow afternoon, is it worth looking at? memorizing a few titles of salient oeuvres? meh, is what i say...things are coming to a rapid close, and like i told him earlier tonight, if i start packing it means i really have to leave. i'm stubborn.

inevitably, mes derniers jours il y a de bon temps en paris. sans doute god's way of saying "stay, martha, stay!"

jeudi vers 22h/salsa-ing/balajo/1o€ cover/anyone who can give up their dignity and shake their collective booty. it's my going away party i'm holding for myself! (encore)