Apparently, the car-park was full. Oh my.
I hate to be the one to say it, but parking outside the car-park and fogging up the windows just isn’t as classy as pulling up inside a stall and closing the curtain. But hey– that’s just me.
But here’s another thing I don’t understand– there’s a LOT of taxis that go into the car-park. No, actually, I understand all too well… and just hope that I can spare myself from thinking about that next time I climb into … OH! THAT’S why the taxis all smell like lysol. oh noes!!
I went to a piano and cello concert tonight, which I enjoyed. I must note, though, that it was very asian, in that some exceptionally challenging pieces were played with impressive accuracy, but I felt that the musicians were just playing by rote. I don’t know how you can play Beethoven’s Sonoata in F and not be completely caught up in the flow and passion of the music, how one’s life can not flow and explode through your bow or onto the keys in song… Again, they were good, but it seemed like the music was their business, not their passion. And music should always be passion.
About the title… I slept a little later today than I had intended. In fact… I didn’t make it to my 2:00 class. Oh, god. Oh well. I’m sick. I need the sleep, right? Right.
Bangkok, for as big as it is, is really pretty small. For example, when walking out of the MBK tonight, which is on the opposite side of town from where we live, I ran into Josh. What’s more, we were both looking for a taxi. At the exact same time. In the exact same place. Miles away from home. What a strange coincidence.