A morning to sleep in – huzzah! After another lovely Charleston evening, we woke to a warm day. It is healthy to be able to find some alone time in the midst of this intense artistic experience, and I took this morning to do just that. Many members of the choir run regularly, at home in Princeton and here in South Carolina. Yours truly is no runner, and in fact can’t imagine many activities that I am less likely to do than run for fun. Since our rooms are on the fourth floor of the dorm, I decided to go up and down the stairs. It was a great workout, effective, solitary, and when I finished, the shower was only a few feet away. I then found a lovely park bench and indulged in the writing of Kurt Vonnegut until our call for the dress rehearsal.
We had an open dress rehearsal this evening, with an audience, photographers, and Spoleto and Charleston press. It was exhilarating to have an audience, and it was our best performance to date. Even the blood pack scene went well – less carnage and more style (also fewer laugh-inducing moments, but at least we have the memories.)
After the rehearsal, 18 members of the choir hiked back to Hominy Grill. It was another delightful meal with engaging company. Giancarlo D’Elia, bass, was blissfully happy, perhaps overtired, but actively enjoying the culinary encounters. When Kyle Van Schoonhoven, tenor, gave Giancarlo his fried grits, Giancarlo actually started to cry. It was a moment of converging, intense emotions, and maybe one of the most darling displays I have seen here so far. At the end of the meal, Kyle ordered his first ever piece of chocolate chess pie and was so moved by its deliciousness, he said he wanted to put it on a balcony, so he could sing an aria to it. To express our collective appreciation, we sang Shenandoah for the serving staff before heading (slowly) home.