DENVER – It’s been a little bit of a sad week for me since last Thursday following the death of one of my dearest friends, Brody. Yeah, he was just a cat but I tend to get very attached to my pets. I’m a little nervous about the news from home, too. My mother will be having surgery today for a major blockage in her carotid artery. Really keeping my fingers crossed there. Meanwhile, I have to focus … because it’s GALA!
GALA is the quadrennial gathering of gay and lesbian choruses from all over the United States. This year we’re in Denver, and the climate is agreeing with me, but the altitude isn’t. Monday afternoon I started feeling dizzy and laid down on a sidewalk to catch my balance. Somebody panicked and before I knew it, I was surrounded by police, paramedics and firemen … three squad cars! Really? Was it that slow a day in the mile-high city? Of course, the rumors were flying through the chorus, and probably still are, and it’s amusing hearing some of the embellishments being made as the story gets around. The only truth in it is I felt dizzy and wanted to rest a few minutes. Yeah, they took me inside the ambulance and did an EKG and made sure I was okay, but I was not hauled off to a hospital, I did not lose consciousness, and I did not hit my head.
Today is the final day of the festival, and they’re saving the best for last. Today we’re performing “Out of My Range” at the festival, a light note after a week of depressing oratoria about bullying, discrimination and AIDS. Tomorrow we’re flying back to a lonely apartment where Brody is no more. Damn, I’m gonna miss the little fella.Share