and i remember running and leaping from one end of the kbl to the other, high-fiving each painted handprint amidst a usual late evening exco meeting after everyone has left for dinner. and also pulling shoelaces. and spinning in my favourite wheeler chair in the middle of the room. and the highly dysfunctional dynamics of our meetings. of a certain brilliant soloist's tendency to irritate us with his falsetto or perhaps fall asleep. and another brilliant individual's ability to juggle a thousand and one activities while still appearing (albeit a little late) for these meetings. as well as the steady, all-influencing presence of the rock and foundation stone of choir itself. not to forget, the grace and femininity of music and lyric combined a dedicated and gentle lady. and blur ole' me.

those were the days.

and i really miss them and them