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Net boy, net girl,
Send your heartbeat round the world
Let your fingers walk and talk,
And set you free.
Net boy, net girl,
Send your signal round the world,
Put your message in a modem
And throw it in the cyber sea
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Halle: Day Four
I set the alarm for 10:30 but the cleaning lady came barging in at 10:15 so I figured it was just as well I get up. We’d been told before that we had to be checked out by 11am, but those were apparently malicious lies intended to screw the tired and party-worn, because some people kept their rooms until the bus left at 5pm. I went down for breakfast and watched everyone be disappointed at my being in better condition than they thought I had any right to be, being the last of the Swedish contingent to leave the party. Thing is, all weekend, I didn’t drink much. I drank every night, but never more than a few beers.
After breakfast I met up with a few people from the choir and, after lots of good-byes from the Irish choirs, whose bus left at 11, we headed to the Beatles Museum, allegedly the largest in the world.
The museum appeared to be run by enthusiasts who had gotten the idea to make money from their collections. The tour started with a film, in German, which consisted of bits of Beatles Anthology (dubbed), some German news reports, and bits of Help! and Yellow Submarine (dubbed). Lots of German newspapers articles behind glass, lots of obscure memorabilia with little cards and signs in German, and an excellent shop where I got a Revolver coffee mug and a long-sleeved t-shirt for Husband.
After the museum we headed back to the hotel, despite it being two and a half hours until the bus was supposed to go. No one in our little group was particularly enthusiastic about the Salt Museum and we didn’t know if we had enough time to see Händel’s House Museum, either. So we hung out in the hotel restaurant and looked at photos until it was time to go.
I tried to sleep on the bus but was unsuccessful thanks to everyone wanting to give speeches to thank the organizers, and the organizers wanting to thank us back. Then it was a wait at the airport and a quick, uneventful flight home.
A good time was had by all, and I’m looking forward to getting to talk about it more tomorrow at rehearsal.
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diemarysues said:
Your choir mates seem to be horrible sadists.
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