We're to hump day here at Camp Singalot. We counted up and we've done 26 new songs since Friday night. We might do one or two more this morning but that's it. And a good thing too. If tried to absorb any more music I think I'd blow up. Today we start fine-tuning (hah!) and preparing for performances Saturday night and Sunday afternoon.
However, it's not *all* music, just mostly music. Thursday night we will have a big Georgian Feast, a Supra. A long single table is set for everyone, and food is literally piled everywhere on the table on little plates. Everyone has a small plate to eat from and a glass of wine or grape juice. The grape is practically sacred in Georgia, and they have a not implausible claim to being the original home of the vine and therefore of wine.
The event lasts for hours and the master of ceremonies makes toasts to various subjects - Love, homeland, friends - all the important things of life. You only get to drink from your glass once for each toast. The rest of the time you're nibbling, talkig, singing, and responding to the last toast however your heart guides you. Politics is forbidden, because sincerity and truthfulness are mandatory. It'll be interesting to see what happens.
Friday we're skipping afternoon rehearsal and going out to play. There's a secluded lake and hotsprings somewhere nearby. I didn't think to bring a swimsuit but no one else seems to have either. hmmm..... I'm not skinny any more so can I still call it skinny-dipping?
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