yee-haw!

My sextet preformed at the med. school faculty Christmas party on Friday night. Well, Christmas party isn't the best translation. In Norway there's this thing called a "julebord" which translates directly and awkwardly to "Christmas Table." "Christmas Table" is basically an excuse to dress fancy and get drunk with your co-workers or friends or whoever, so the fact that my sextet was singing two hours into the all-night event was not a good sign. (That's just when they're starting to get hammered.) I didn't think much of it, but the rest of my choir-mates were outraged over the fact that - surprise surprise - nobody gave a crap that we were there! OK, a few people were listening to the lovely sounds of Tromsø Vocal Ensemble, but the rest of the "audience" was pretty satisfied with the sound of booze going down the hatch. Glug, glug, glug.

After promptly exiting the stage, my director turned to the rest of us and asked: "What the hell is this?! A rodeo??"

I thought: "Yep. Pretty much."