Tuesday, February 07, 2006
Otis rehearsal. Piero, our coach, showed us a CD he'd gotten in the mail yesterday from his "ex-psuedo-high school girlfriend." She'd burned him a copy of a mix-tape he'd made for her in high school, including little introductions he recorded before each song.
"That's sweet," I said, "to send you that now. A little strange too."
"It is and it isn't," he replied.
It wasn't until later, after rehearsal was well over, that I realized it was his birthday.