Midnight Choir Practice
The girls had a grand time at the show, got home around midnight. I reminded them that getting up in the morning was going to be part of the equation, pointed them toward the food, and went to bed. About three thirty I swim up out of sleep and realize that there is singing going on in my house. Now, granted, all three of these girls are musical theatre geeks. Singing is a passionate activity, and their voices sound positively angelic when blended. What startled me was that, in order not to disturb Spouse, EG, or me, they had gone down to the garage and shut themselves in the car to sing there since their belting would be muffled thereby. I told them to give it half an hour, then shut it down. About fifteen minutes later Spouse went downstairs (he was worried about the neighbors, but frankly, I don't think the sound got out that far). Finally I went down at about 4:15 and pulled the plug. And went back to sleep for a brief while.
Spouse reports that at 6 am there were still stirrings upstairs. Sounds like it's going to be Morning of the Living Dead Choir around here.