I had a piano recital today. I got a *new* skirt.
And then, when we were driving the place where the recital is, there's this dog standing in the middle of the road, looking all bewildered, completely unaware that there was a car bearing down on him from both directions. Then I realized that this was Indie, Dave's blind and partially deaf golden retriever. I was like, Wow. He's definately going to get hit by a car. So, mother stopped the car and I attempted to grab Indie's collar and bring him back to Dave's house, and somehow while doing this, Indie snotted all over my *new* skirt. Sweet.
So then I had to sit through 20 small children playing their little plinking songs such as "Chopsticks" and "The Knuckle Song" before I could massacre the first momevent of Clementi's Sonatina in C Major. It actually didn't go that bad until I got to the part with all those thirds and fourths in a row. I was doomed to mess up that part. So there was this five second pause where I was like, Oh shit, what was I doing? before I just skipped the next dozen or so notes and played the last few parts of that section really loud. I don't think anyone noticed. *cough*