Oh man, 
I just got really drunk for the first time. 
A piano buddy— 
that's a senior— 
brought me home, 
and I think I talked nonsense 
to him 
for like an hour or more 
before he was able to coax me to bed. 
And I might be drunk still. 
lol. 
I'd never have the guts to say anything to you without this. 
I have to play a church service 
in a couple of hours. 
Doing Bach F Major Prelude 
and Fugue, 
Book Two, as a prelude. 
And Bach In dir ist Freude 
as a postlude. 
That's the same one I played 
as a postlude, 
at the St. Mark's service 
you went to. 
'Cause I'm a broken record. 
I broke my glasses in the car back. 
Don't know what I'll do about that. 
Might have to tape it like I did 
before that choir concert. 
If I even wake up in time at all. 
I swear this is the first time. 
It was the party for Jacqueline's senior recital 
where she played Beethoven Opus 110. 
I think I probably talked about my parents 
to everyone in my piano studio. 
They won't look at me the same ever again. 
First hangover will be epic. 
And playing a service 
at a Christian Science church with it. 
It's ok; 
only prelude, postlude, 
and three hymns. 
And I have to accompany 
some lady from the congregation 
that sings a solo. 
But it'll be hard with my glasses broken. 
But I'm so fast at accompanying people these days 
that it's like second nature. 
But I'm still insecure 
and wish that I accompanied as many people 
and played as many concerts 
as that senior that brought me back to my room does. 
I wrote a whole poem about how insecure I am— 
that I don't improvise at the piano— 
and just showed it to him. 
And he is not only in Dr. T's studio, 
but also is the best jazz pianist of the school. 
So he probably figured it was in opposition to him 
and hates me. 
I'm surprised I even remember having shown him the poem 
when I was this out of it though. 
I was showing him all kinds of things in my dumb room. 
Like all my organ scores 
and talking about Aristide Cavaillé-Coll. 
Don't know if I'll sleep. 
Hope Michael made it back safe. 
He is great and reminds me of my brother. 
Please don't text my parents that I did this. 
I definitely shouldn't drink again. 
Especially when I have a church service the next morning. 
At a Christian Science church. 
haha. 
I don't even know what the organ is like. 
Didn't have a free evening to check it out 
because there are so many concerts. 
I love the concerts here; 
they are so great. 
But I probably spend the whole time feeling insecure 
about the fact that the recital I'm in the audience of, 
I'm not on the stage of. 
Can't believe I broke my glasses. 
Don't even remember how.