foolish_m0rtal | Choir Adventures

So nowadays, my roommate and I sleep at about 1:30AM and classes are around 8:30 AM. The entire sleep pattern has changed. Since it has always been my dream to sleep late and wake up late, I'm really liking it.
But with this schedule, you can understand how a random cell phone call at 5 in the morning is obscenely early.
At first I thought it was a wrong number. I was tempted by a sudden rush of cruelty towards the world to tell the person on the other end that she was breaking up and disconnect the phone.
I am not good at sudden bouts of cruelty. They usually end badly, most often involving me messing up and doing something generous.
Like calling the phone assailant back.
So this time I heard "Congratulations, you got into Virginia Women's Chorus. There's a car with its lights on in the parking lot. Put on a coat and get in it."
Quite sketchy indeed. And I'd heard that university choirs inducted new members by sneaking up on them at unexpected times, but goddamn.

So I heeded the dubious instructions and helped the other chorus members bang on people's doors and make suspicious phone calls. (Once I found out my driver owned the entire series of Dune, I started believing the whole business was legit. I am quite pathetic, am I not?)
I got taken out to breakfast (more like 'bagels and orange juice at the chorus house' but you learn to take what free food you can get. The main objective of college is to turn you into a squirrel. I'll turn myself in once I start digging out a bunker under the carpet and stock it with dining hall brownies and free packets of Airbourne)

The main event, it seemed at all VWC meetings, was the destruction of the pinata. No, it is not strung up to the ceiling. Yes, it is taken out onto the lawn and bludgeoned violently to death with a broom handle till sufficiently dead. Yes, the neighbors probably called someone important and menacing when they saw random college girls in their pajamas going Zero System on a gaily smiling pinata. (It had it coming. I mean, yellow and blue streamers? Eye pollution that burns out the retinas)

The same week the Glee Club, which is the VWC brother organization, had a party called a Mustachio Bashio. All were required to show up in mustaches. As I had to do this for Pirates of Penzance, I was sufficiently equiped. Nothing too exciiting happened, general stuff more or less in tune with my life, like the fact that all the guys that thought I was interesting and talked to me turned out to be gay.

Sample conversations:

FM: "Nice scarf!"
"Thanks. I like it."
"Yeah, totally. Grey is my favourite colour. GAP?"
"Yeah, my boyfriend gave it to me for my birthday."
"...dammit."

FM: "So what are you in?"
"I'm majoring in physics. It's pretty cool. What about you?"
"I'm in Engineering."
"...oh my GOD, I never pegged you as the insane type. Engineering? Seriously?"
"It's....a lot of work, but I get to take ♥Calculus♥ four times a week, and I have this cool Theatrical Special Effects Class. It can get crazy, though."
"Yeah, my boyfriend was in engineering, but he didn't have time for me, so we had to break up."
"...dammit."

*yelling* "Hey, you wanna dance?"
FM: "Um...what?"
*pointing to other guy* "We want to dance with you and your friend."
"Um..."
"Don't worry. We're not creeper." *points to other guy* "He's my boyfriend. We're legit."
FM and friend: "...dammit."