Sunday I went to choir. At one point I sang very loudly, and noticed I was the only man doing so. A guy said "Ladies only". The choir director stopped the song so everyone could laugh at me.
I asked for a pencil so I could write "Ladies only, you fool" on my music. A lady gave me one, sharp-end first, so it jabbed into the skin where my thumb meets my hand. I yelled the word "GHaaaighk" very loudly. The rest of choir was spent staunching the flow of blood from my hand.
Then I walked home with the guy that said "Ladies only" and he home-taught me.
I'm unable to think of anything more fun than my Sunday afternoon. Wait. I tried harder and thought of about four hundred things.
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Reenact that at the performance.
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