[MUSIC] Strange Days

I snuck in some semi-serious practice time at the piano, probably for the first time in months. Needless to say, the twins' desire to hammer away at the keys took precedence, so I propped them up on my knees for 10 minutes, give or take. I switched them on my knees about halfway through to make sure that neither of them got too attached to the bass or treble register.

I still can't play with evenness in my hands. So I played through a couple of Chopin's nocturnes. Second up was my personal favorite, the D-Flat Major, Op. 27. I actually nailed the flourish that appears about a quarter from the end. I was astounded. Not bad for my months of zero practice, I thought. But I made a lot of other silly little flubs, marring the experience.

Feeling satisfied, I finally started drinking. Two cans of beer and then I opened up a very mediocre Barolo. A few hours later, I sat with my back propped against the bed, listening to "Sketches of Spain" on the new Denon stereo in our bedroom. Somehow, I spilled four drops of that wine on our white carpet. This would be the first time I've ever dropped any amount of red wine on anyone's carpet, white or not. I wasn't even drunk. Something is seriously wrong here.