tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26108981.post3192344556262849425..comments2024-03-14T02:16:39.338-05:00Comments on La Sirena: GlockenspielLa Sirenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06565141127124213800noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26108981.post-39217798192384597402007-02-26T12:21:00.000-06:002007-02-26T12:21:00.000-06:00Liza ... I am very sorry for your tragedy of missi...Liza ... I am very sorry for your tragedy of missing camp. Glockenspiel IS a great word.<BR/><BR/>Meander .... I think I only ever showered the year I was 12.<BR/><BR/>It was part of what made it awesome -- there you are, performing in your best summer dress COMPLETELY FILTHY.La Sirenahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06565141127124213800noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26108981.post-363425679045438942007-02-26T11:40:00.000-06:002007-02-26T11:40:00.000-06:00I had to play the glockenspiel too. And! I didn't ...I had to play the glockenspiel too. And! I didn't shower the whole week at camp because of said autonomy. The night of the big show all I did was scratch many itches on my legs due to my uncleanliness.Meanderhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17710086412654117970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26108981.post-23877212557744596902007-02-26T08:18:00.000-06:002007-02-26T08:18:00.000-06:00Lucky you. I would go to family night and be so je...Lucky you. I would go to family night and be so jealous of you and Nora; I couldn't wait until I was old enough to go to Orf. The glockenspiel was what I looked forward to. I loved the word. But the year I was supposed to go, Great-Grandma Welch died, and the next year they didn't have it. I missed out. Pout.Woodlandmamahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17245883412371439465noreply@blogger.com