What even is my life :(

[soc_puppet]

So Quire started tonight. We've got a new director; his husband subbed for us a couple times last year, and he teaches choir to Jr. High kids (which, honestly, is about the right maturity level for us).

He also bears a remarkable physical resemblance to a grown-up Dave Strider. I spend most of Quire with a 8[ look on my face due to desperately trying not to think about shipping or explicit slash fics I've written or how his husband is a brunet and does he have blue eyes? I can't remember, I'll have to check, and oh God I hope I don't call him Dave accidentally. (It probably didn't help that he was wearing red today.)

And I just. Yeah. Had to tell the internet as soon as I got home. Help me! I don't know if I can do this!

...On the plus side, he also exhibited some extremely goofy dancing, so I plan to bring my camera next time in hopes of catching it on the digital equivalent of film. Here's hoping!

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[redsixwing]

What even is your life? Awesome, it sounds like.

Related in an amusing fashion:
I have a coworker named Kartik. I have to double-check myself every single frigging time to not call him Karkat.

[soc_puppet]

Aside from the fact that I now have to battle that entire stream of consciousness while sitting front row center, I suppose it might be.

X3 Nice! (To compound my own situation, the director's husband is named David, leading to all sorts of other complications if I ever slip up in the name department 9_9a)