Anyway. My grandparents are moving soon from the home my mum, aunt and uncle grew up in, and which is now on the market, to a flat in a sheltered housing block in Newport[-on-Tay], so my mums side of the family were all invited over for drinks and a chat in the new place, which was nice. While their current house is fairly old and has fair sized rooms while still managing to feel cosy, the new flat is only a room bigger than my current flat. And the hallway stink of old people. I get depressed thinking about it all. I wonder how they feel about it. Ach, it’s all absurd. Afterwards, I went back to my aunt and her partners with my parents and we had a Chinese take-away and a few drinks. I’d never been with my parents in a situation like that as a grown up, it was weird but nifty at the same time, especially with Cath and John as they’re a right laugh. My parents can be cool and funny, but I often wish the were more liberal. The grief I got for announcing I was bi, and then they found out I was wearing skirts. Mum got rather upset and stressed about it. Was not a good time. I can get so narked with them at times, it’s annoying, but I know they just want to help (guide?) me through (the early, hopefully) stages of my life.
Saturday. I went into work at 11am to do the audio for an Indian dance festival in the Abertay University main lecture theatre. Images to be found here (pdf. If you’ve got Firefox, get this). It was the first time I’d worked on a proper live event. The equipment I had to use was annoyingly antiquated, and the group doing the event wasn’t that professional either. After hassles the night before when it was discovered that the Estates dept hadn’t checked to see if the stage in the hall was clear (it had concrete blocks and scaffolding on it, the set from some other external organisation’s play), we setting everything up in perfect timing for the start of the show. A load of post-it note ladled CDs and cassettes and a stage script that didn’t have any cues marked on it later, and the performance was under way. Bloopers included my being so nervous and accidentally pausing the first track 30 seconds in for a split second, the tape that hadn’t been queued up to the correct track even after I had specifically asked if it had or not, the lack of a good EQ or compressor to run instruments and vocals through, meaning I had to constantly ride the faders to compensate for any loud peaks as the performers had not had any microphone technique training before. But all in all, it went fairly well in the end, and some of the dances were pretty stunning. I love interpretive dancing, some parts I feel have links with glowsticking. But enough about that. Everything finished at 4pm and all the equipment was packed up and cleared away by 5pm.
That evening (wwooOOoo… fucking writing style *slap* stop self-deprecating! ouch!) I went out to Headway with just
Hmm, I’ve just noticed I don’t have a family category set-up on my blog..