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This was a large wedding - approximately 200-250 people; I didn't do an official count - most of which I'd never met and had no idea who they were because I don't know the groom's family or most of my cousin's maternal relatives. It was actually a good way for
I'd mentioned to
The style of music they sing (and write!) is what I'd describe as old-time acoustic country and folk, with a bit of bluegrass thrown in. You've seen O Brother, Where Art Thou? Similar to that. And they can sing. In tune. Also, they are all
And after we drove back, stopping in Austin to have lunch with friends, we went to check on the apartment of a couple we know who are out of town for a few weeks and discovered that the power was off and had been so long enough that the fridge was ... interesting. Tonight's entertainment is to go back with a couple of stout garbage bags and clean it out, then turn it off and leave the doors open to air out. If the power is still off,***** we're doing it in the dark.
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* As he had no fever, probably not the flu, but You Never Know.
** Apparently not. Which is a welcome change.
*** I wouldn't go quite that far, but: in this world there seem to be people who consume music, and people who produce music. The vast majority of my friends consume it, and the vast majority of my family produces it. Which is why I'm weirded out by the hate for filkers in my circles of the SF fan community. I do understand hating the attack bards who show up at your room parties and sing at you without first establishing that you'd like to be sung at**** and I reserve the right to throw out anyone who does that, but the hatred for filkers is way out of proportion among my friends.
**** Really. In the middle of a conversation about the guests you're having next year at your con, they break into a filk they've written and you're forced to sit there politely and listen to the entire thing because you'd like them to buy a membership and attend. Guys! Ask first!
***** Our friends know about this, and it was supposed to have been taken care of last week, but due to some stupidity on the part of Oncor, who put "No access" on the ticket******, it wasn't turned back on.
****** It's an apartment. You gain access by going to the office and asking for access. This is not a difficult concept!
*******Orphaned footnote!

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Although I admit to singing in the bathroom because we didn't have better rehearsal space at a con once, but there wasn't anyone in there when we started. Not sure if we kept anyone from coming in and disturbing us though, but we did have a few people drift in and out while we were there. (We weren't there long either -- the bathroom kept attacking us with air freshener.)
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