How to Make a Stunning Entrance into a Room of Strangers

My run started out innocuously enough. I drove the 1.5 miles through the little golf course village and across the highway so that I could use my car as a shoe and water station if need be. I’m a bit behind where I’d like to be for half-marathons in October, but between the altitude switch and a strong desire to remain uninjured, have so far managed to talk myself into keeping the pace slow and steady. I started downhill toward the town of Jackson, and by the half-way point on my timer had looped back to the car. There were no other runners on the path anywhere near me, but I was passed in both directions by multiple bicycles. I briefly evaluated my feet to see if I wanted to grab my Zems out of the car, but they were holding up just fine and I knew from an earlier bike ride that I could count on smooth surfaces for the remainder of the run.

A few minutes into the second half of the run, I passed my last bicyclist of the day who called out a cheerful “hey, barefooter!” as he breezed by in the opposite direction. Having run further continuously than I’d managed on my previous long run at altitude and with the weather cooling down plesantly, I was starting to feel like I was falling into a nice, paced, groove. There was a slight uphill rise to the trail, but nothing horribly noticeable and I was beginning to hope I could fall into a zone for the final 30 minutes.

This peaceful moment, gazing forward to the majestic beauty of the Tetons, feeling like there were wings on my feet despite my measured pace, enjoying the wash of light from the setting sun to my left, was naturally when my nose began to bleed.

Now, even when I live at a steady elevation, I have a proclivity for nosebleeds and in the past year of sudden elevation changes, I’ve noticed that they tend to cause even more bloody noses. So I’m not particularly startled or distressed when it happens, although I am frequently exasperated. I also hate allowing normal occurrences to interfere with my training plans. Since the blood wasn’t painful or dangerous, I simply continued on.

You recall that the weather was cooling down? A large part of this was due to the light headwind that I was running into. So as the blood splashed across my face and I periodically wiped it with one hand – half off and half around my face – the wind caught every drop it could and spread them across the shoulders of my shirt, splattered my legs with a few lucky shots, and caught my watch and iPod screen with a few dashes as well.

So picture this, then. I’m running in the middle of a huge stretch of nothing, just me and the highway splitting the sagebrush in one direction from the sagebrush in the other. I’m barefoot, panting with effort, and my hands and face are covered in a wild smearing of blood. I worried about how it might look to the cars passing on the highway, so I did try to look as carefree and casual as possible. This may have only contributed to an overall impression of insanity. I’m not sure.

sane or insane, you decide.

sane or insane, you decide.

The nosebleed stopped before too long, but not before my face paint was truly impressive, coating my nose on both sides and continuing in a fairly solid mask down across my mouth to right under my chin. Just as I made it back to my car, a couple did pull off the highway to ask me if I was okay, but they were the only close contact I had when my appearance was at its most frightening. With the help of my water bottle and the edges of my shirt, I washed most of the blood off and thought that I looked considerably better.

Then I made it back to employee housing and grabbed a towel and soap to finish off the final nooks and crannies. When I stepped into the main living area – home to the kitchen, television, and sofas, there was a moment of shocked silence as the three guys in conversation observed me. They recovered enough to ask me if I was alright and as I reassured them and slipped into the bathroom, I overheard “looks like she’s been in a fight with a wild animal.”

So I want to reassure everyone who might be worried that I’m not spending enough time getting to know my new housemates. Sure, I avoid talking to them most of the time and tend to be quiet and brief even when I do, but it’s not the quantity of interaction – it’s the quality. And I think I gave them some quality impressions today.

Coping with Communal Living

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Awkward. It really is. One moment, you’re living in your family home and the only people to argue dish duty with are parents and siblings. The next, you’re sharing employee housing with a group of strangers who may or may not have any interests, demographics, or habits similar to your own. I’m not certain if I’ve met all of my housing companions yet, and even more sure that I wouldn’t pass a cursory quiz reviewing the introductions I’ve received so far.

Here at my current assignment, it’s complicated by the fact that nearly everyone I’ve met seems to be older than me. Being the obvious youngest in a group tends to shift power away from me – something I never approve of, but can deal with. This coupled with the fact that we will be working together, in a relatively isolated location, for the next twenty weeks adds a level of stress to my living situation that I never encountered during my other brief stints away from the homestead. Perhaps the low stress of those occasions is due to living with sisters?

But my time in Wyoming last year, followed by the experiences in apartment living in Colorado had me somewhat prepared and one of the perks of driving out in my own car was the relaxed weight and space limits. In Colorado, luggage restrictions forced me to buy more than one item that I already possessed in one form or another. Here, I seem to have lugged along everything that I need for my immediate survival and happiness.

With the support of my ever expanding possessions, I’ve begun testing living systems that might make my life easier for the next few momths. Some systems seem to have already been agreed upon before I arrived. For one thing, there’s no arguing about clutter in the bathroom because the room in question is stark, barren, and empty. Well, there are the usual sink, toilet, shower, and tub fixtures, but no towels on the towel rack, no soap on the counter, and no cupboards or shelves in which to leave items. This can make using the bathroom a more complicated ritual, but I see the benefits of not having six girls fighting for room for their hair dryers.

Another system that I appreciate is the labeling of refrigerator shelves, designating this portion of the fridge for one person and that portion for another. Although we had a casual understanding of this in the Colorado apartment, I’m still fairly certain that some of my food ‘vanished’ after roommates had guests over. I’ve never been a fan of aggressive labeling (TOUCH AND DIE), at least in part because it always makes me want to touch and see what happens. A few passive/aggressive notes in Vail have turned me even further off of notes as a form of communication with strangers. So the refrigerator system is a nice, basic way to segregate cold food without crazily punctuated turf wars breaking out.

I have supplemented these methods of keeping the peace by bringing along my own dishes, dish towels, and finding places to store them in my room. If I keep my dirty plates in my room, I don’t feel guilty about cluttering up the main area and it’s easy for me to remember that I need to clean them up still. And since the dishes are mine and mine alone, I don’t worry that I’m leaving the rest of the people living here without a clean fork or cup.

The final step I’ve managed to take toward keeping spaces individual is setting my dry goods pantry up inside my room. I can evaluate what food I have on hand without blocking everyone else’s access to the kitchen and when I want a cup of tea at midnight, I don’t have to rattle around and disturb the peace.

So far, the ability to keep spaces and items individual instead of communal has lowered the possible points of friction rather drastically. I’m sure that, as time passes, my coping methods will evolve – but for now, I have managed to create enough private spaces that I don’t panic over having to deal with public spaces and that’s all I need for now.

The Start of Summer the Second

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I have arrived in Wyoming. The drive itself felt new, because I only drove bits of it, once, a year ago. But there was a pleasant familiarity when I finally made it to Jackson – along with relief that my lack of a navigator did not seem to significantly or negatively impact my travel time.

My quarters at the golf course are another pleasant surprise. I had thought, based on the descriptions given me over the phone, that I would be sharing a bedroom with a co-worker. Last summer’s four-girl room wasn’t horrible and my roommates and I ended up getting along quite nicely, but sharing space with complete strangers is significantly different from sharing space with friends and sisters. This far away from familiar faces I do like having a place I can hole up in to find complete privacy. My only quibbles with the room are the lack of a doorknob and the false drawer fronts on the desk. Whoever designed it must like playing mind games, eh?

Currently, my heffalump army guards the desk and the remainder of my things are a visual definition of the word ‘strewn.’ Reminder to self: beginning to read a novel never increases cleaning productivity. And despite the convenience of the fridge and freezer (I can reach them while still standing inside my room) I am beginning to feel a strong lack of food. Hopefully, HR check-ins, manager check-ins, housing check-ins, orientation and various other forms in triplicate won’t consume all of my time today and I can provision myself with something more than spices and a box of cornstarch.

Apart from the gnawing hunger pains, it’s definitely more fun here at this point than it was last year – things feel familiar, I know a few faces, and the beginning of the second year in this program feels like the second half of a dinner party or the last 45 minutes of an hour-and-a-half’s bike riding. It’s simply a bit easier to relax into the realization that the thing you are trying to accomplish is starting to be more rear-view mirror and less never-ending distance. Mentally, I can reassure myself that it’s downhill from here on out.

So here I am in Wyoming for the next 137 days, thinking of hiking and biking and working the summer away. Oh, and there’s the half-marathon I’ve promised to try to run at the end of it and the car that means exploring town and nearby acquaintances of friends can go on my list.

Yup. Mountains. Forests. Lakes. Summer. I think I’ll be able to manage *some* fun.

Preparations

leaving the house

I’ve survived my first year post graduation. It’s actually more like a year and a half by now, but the first five months after I stopped paying money out to the university didn’t really change much in my routine. I tried out a job in Sun Valley and was horrified by the attitudes and atmosphere and then I applied for an internship type job where I could get paid and gradually transition out of homework task mode. With a year of that behind me and two re-locations to Wyoming and Colorado, I’m soaking in the goodness of family and friends before I have to strike back out for Wyoming.

Due to transportation complications, I’ll need my own vehicle while in Wyoming and so have spent some of my precious at home time visiting the DMV and buying my first ever set of license plates. It feels so nice to know that the government is continuing to monitor me. The seven-hour drive to Jackson will be the longest car trip I’ve ever taken alone and it’s making me and my mother both a bit apprehensive. My packing plans are definitely more relaxing though, knowing that I won’t be restricted to two suitcases or 100 pounds of luggage. Both issues complicated my return trips this past year, because I strongly exhibit the human inclination toward accumulation of things.

Sadly, my siblings have all found steady local employment, so I have not convinced a single one of them to abandon the home state and come explore the eating habits of bears in Wyoming. The disadvantages of being taught at home showing again – I’m sure if I had a harder time getting along with my siblings I would miss them less. Although it’s not simply individuals I miss, it’s logical thoughts and rational discussions. And so I’m back on the blog before I leave and considering how to commit to blogging while I’m away. Because when I’m suddenly immersed in a pool of disparate lifestyles and beliefs I forget that writing out my thoughts on the subject can help me properly evaluate what I’m being exposed to and (hopefully) reduce stress-levels associated with listening to blanket judgements and logical fallacies all day long.

Maybe this way, I’ll manage to muddle through my second-year P.G. and the continuation of my awkward journey to self-sustenance.

Rehearsal Section 21 Songs and Notes

  • Hearts Do Not Break

Alone and yet alive

KATISHA

Alone and yet alive, oh sepulchre

My soul is still my body’s prisoner

Remote the peace that death alone can give

My doom to wait, my punishment to live.

Hearts do not break, they sting and ache

For old love’s sake, but do not die

Though with each breath, they long for death

As witnesseth the living I. The living I

Oh living I

Come tell me why

When hope is gone

Dost thou stay on?

Why linger here where all is drear?

Oh living I

Come tell me why

When hope is gone

Dost thou stay on?

May not a cheated maiden die?

May not a cheated maiden die?

  • Tit-Willow

Willow, Tit-Willow

KO-KO

On a tree by a river  a little tom tit

Sang “Willow, tit willow, tit willow!”

And I said to him “Dicky bird why do you sit,

Singing ‘Willow, tit willow, tit willow’?

Is it weakness of intellect birdie?” I cried

“Or a rather tough worm in your little inside?”

With a shake of his poor little head he replied

“Oh willow, tit willow, tit willow.”

He slapp’d at his chest as he sat on the bough singing

“Willow, tit willow, tit willow!”

And a cold perspiration bespangled his brow,

Oh, willow, tit willow, tit willow!

He sobb’d and he sigh’d and a gurgle he gave,

Then he threw himself into the billowy wave

And an echo arose from the suicide’s grave

“Oh willow, tit willow, tit willow!”

Now I feel just as sure as I’m sure that my name

Isn’t willow, tit willow, tit willow

That ’twas blighted affection that made him exclaim

“Oh, willow, tit willow, tit willow!”

And if you remain callous and obdurate I,

Shall perish as he did and you will know why

Tho’ I probably shall not exclaim as I die,

“Oh, willow, tit willow, tit willow!”

  • Beauty in the Bellow of the Blast

beauty in the bellow of the blast

KATISHA

There is beauty in the bellow of the blast

There is grandeur in the growling of the gale

There is eloquent outpouring when the lion is a roaring

And the tiger is a lashing of his tail!

KO-KO

Yes, I like to see a tiger from the Congo or the Niger

And especially when lashing of his tail

KATISHA

Volcanos have a splendour that is grim,

And earthquakes only terrify the dolts

But to him who’s scientific there is nothing that’s terrific

In the falling of a flight of thunder bolts!

KO-KO

Yes, in spite of all my meekness, if I have a little weakness

It’s a passion for a flight of thunderbolts.

KO-KO & KATISHA

If that is so sing erry down derry it’s evident very our tastes are one

Away we’ll go and merrily marry, nor tardily tarry till day is done!

KO-KO

There is beauty in extreme old age, do you fancy you are elderly enough?

Information I’m requestion on a subject interesting,

Is a maiden all the better when she’s tough?

KATISHA

Throughout this wide dominion it’s the general opinion

That she’ll last a good deal longer when she’s tough

KO-KO

Are you old enough to marry do you think? Won’t you wait until you’re eighty in the shade?

There’s a fascination franctic in a ruin that’s romantic, do you think you are sufficiently decayed?

KATISHA

To the matter that you mention, I have given some attention

And I think I am sufficiently decayed

KO-KO & KATISHA

If that is so, sing derry down derry

It’s evident, very, our tastes are one!

Away we’ll go and merrily marry, nor tardily tarry till day is done!

If that is so sing derry down derry

It’s evident, very, our tastes are one

Away we’ll go and merrily marry, nor tardily tarry till day is done.

Sing derry down derry,

We’ll merrily marry,

Nor tardily tarry till day is done!

Hearts Do Not Break

KATISHA

Alone and yet alive, oh sepulchre

My soul is still my body’s prisoner

Remote the peace that death alone can give

My doom to wait, my punishment to live.

Hearts do not break, they sting and ache

For old love’s sake, but do not die

Though with each breath, they long for death

As witnesseth the living I. The living I

Oh living I

Come tell me why

When hope is gone

Dost thou stay on?

Why linger here where all is drear?

Oh living I

Come tell me why

When hope is gone

Dost thou stay on?

May not a cheated maiden die?

May not a cheated maiden die?

Tit-Willow

KO-KO

On a tree by a river a little tom tit

Sang “Willow, tit willow, tit willow!”

And I said to him “Dicky bird why do you sit,

Singing ‘Willow, tit willow, tit willow’?

Is it weakness of intellect birdie?” I cried

“Or a rather tough worm in your little inside?”

With a shake of his poor little head he replied

“Oh willow, tit willow, tit willow.”

He slapp’d at his chest as he sat on the bough singing

“Willow, tit willow, tit willow!”

And a cold perspiration bespangled his brow,

Oh, willow, tit willow, tit willow!

He sobb’d and he sigh’d and a gurgle he gave,

Then he threw himself into the billowy wave

And an echo arose from the suicide’s grave

“Oh willow, tit willow, tit willow!”

Now I feel just as sure as I’m sure that my name

Isn’t willow, tit willow, tit willow

That ’twas blighted affection that made him exclaim

“Oh, willow, tit willow, tit willow!”

And if you remain callous and obdurate I,

Shall perish as he did and you will know why

Tho’ I probably shall not exclaim as I die,

“Oh, willow, tit willow, tit willow!”

Beauty in the Bellow of the Blast

KATISHA

There is beauty in the bellow of the blast

There is grandeur in the growling of the gale

There is eloquent outpouring when the lion is a roaring

And the tiger is a lashing of his tail!

KO-KO

Yes, I like to see a tiger from the Congo or the Niger

And especially when lashing of his tail

KATISHA

Volcanos have a splendour that is grim,

And earthquakes only terrify the dolts

But to him who’s scientific there is nothing that’s terrific

In the falling of a flight of thunder bolts!

KO-KO

Yes, in spite of all my meekness, if I have a little weakness

It’s a passion for a flight of thunderbolts.

KO-KO & KATISHA

If that is so sing erry down derry it’s evident very our tastes are one

Away we’ll go and merrily marry, nor tardily tarry till day is done!

KO-KO

There is beauty in extreme old age, do you fancy you are elderly enough?

Information I’m requestion on a subject interesting,

Is a maiden all the better when she’s tough?

KATISHA

Throughout this wide dominion it’s the general opinion

That she’ll last a good deal longer when she’s tough

KO-KO

Are you old enough to marry do you think? Won’t you wait until you’re eighty

Hearts Do Not Break

KATISHA

Alone and yet alive, oh sepulchre

My soul is still my body’s prisoner

Remote the peace that death alone can give

My doom to wait, my punishment to live.

Hearts do not break, they sting and ache

For old love’s sake, but do not die

Though with each breath, they long for death

As witnesseth the living I. The living I

Oh living I

Come tell me why

When hope is gone

Dost thou stay on?

Why linger here where all is drear?

Oh living I

Come tell me why

When hope is gone

Dost thou stay on?

May not a cheated maiden die?

May not a cheated maiden die?

Tit-Willow

KO-KO

On a tree by a river  a little tom tit

Sang “Willow, tit willow, tit willow!”

And I said to him “Dicky bird why do you sit,

Singing ‘Willow, tit willow, tit willow’?

Is it weakness of intellect birdie?” I cried

“Or a rather tough worm in your little inside?”

With a shake of his poor little head he replied

“Oh willow, tit willow, tit willow.”

He slapp’d at his chest as he sat on the bough singing

“Willow, tit willow, tit willow!”

And a cold perspiration bespangled his brow,

Oh, willow, tit willow, tit willow!

He sobb’d and he sigh’d and a gurgle he gave,

Then he threw himself into the billowy wave

And an echo arose from the suicide’s grave

“Oh willow, tit willow, tit willow!”

Now I feel just as sure as I’m sure that my name

Isn’t willow, tit willow, tit willow

That ’twas blighted affection that made him exclaim

“Oh, willow, tit willow, tit willow!”

And if you remain callous and obdurate I,

Shall perish as he did and you will know why

Tho’ I probably shall not exclaim as I die,

“Oh, willow, tit willow, tit willow!”

Beauty in the Bellow of the Blast

KATISHA

There is beauty in the bellow of the blast

There is grandeur in the growling of the gale

There is eloquent outpouring when the lion is a roaring

And the tiger is a lashing of his tail!

KO-KO

Yes, I like to see a tiger from the Congo or the Niger

And especially when lashing of his tail

KATISHA

Volcanos have a splendour that is grim,

And earthquakes only terrify the dolts

But to him who’s scientific there is nothing that’s terrific

In the falling of a flight of thunder bolts!

KO-KO

Yes, in spite of all my meekness, if I have a little weakness

It’s a passion for a flight of thunderbolts.

KO-KO & KATISHA

If that is so sing erry down derry it’s evident very our tastes are one

Away we’ll go and merrily marry, nor tardily tarry till day is done!

KO-KO

There is beauty in extreme old age, do you fancy you are elderly enough?

Information I’m requestion on a subject interesting,

Is a maiden all the better when she’s tough?

KATISHA

Throughout this wide dominion it’s the general opinion

That she’ll last a good deal longer when she’s tough

KO-KO

Are you old enough to marry do you think? Won’t you wait until you’re eighty in the shade?

There’s a fascination franctic in a ruin that’s romantic, do you think you are sufficiently decayed?

KATISHA

To the matter that you mention, I have given some attention

And I think I am sufficiently decayed

KO-KO & KATISHA

If that is so, sing derry down derry

It’s evident, very, our tastes are one!

Away we’ll go and merrily marry, nor tardily tarry till day is done!

If that is so sing derry down derry

It’s evident, very, our tastes are one

Away we’ll go and merrily marry, nor tardily tarry till day is done.

Sing derry down derry,

We’ll merrily marry,

Nor tardily tarry till day is done!

Hearts Do Not Break

KATISHA

Alone and yet alive, oh sepulchre

My soul is still my body’s prisoner

Remote the peace that death alone can give

My doom to wait, my punishment to live.

Hearts do not break, they sting and ache

For old love’s sake, but do not die

Though with each breath, they long for death

As witnesseth the living I. The living I

Oh living I

Come tell me why

When hope is gone

Dost thou stay on?

Why linger here where all is drear?

Oh living I

Come tell me why

When hope is gone

Dost thou stay on?

May not a cheated maiden die?

May not a cheated maiden die?

Tit-Willow

KO-KO

On a tree by a river  a little tom tit

Sang “Willow, tit willow, tit willow!”

And I said to him “Dicky bird why do you sit,

Singing ‘Willow, tit willow, tit willow’?

Is it weakness of intellect birdie?” I cried

“Or a rather tough worm in your little inside?”

With a shake of his poor little head he replied

“Oh willow, tit willow, tit willow.”

He slapp’d at his chest as he sat on the bough singing

“Willow, tit willow, tit willow!”

And a cold perspiration bespangled his brow,

Oh, willow, tit willow, tit willow!

He sobb’d and he sigh’d and a gurgle he gave,

Then he threw himself into the billowy wave

And an echo arose from the suicide’s grave

“Oh willow, tit willow, tit willow!”

Now I feel just as sure as I’m sure that my name

Isn’t willow, tit willow, tit willow

That ’twas blighted affection that made him exclaim

“Oh, willow, tit willow, tit willow!”

And if you remain callous and obdurate I,

Shall perish as he did and you will know why

Tho’ I probably shall not exclaim as I die,

“Oh, willow, tit willow, tit willow!”

Beauty in the Bellow of the Blast

KATISHA

There is beauty in the bellow of the blast

There is grandeur in the growling of the gale

There is eloquent outpouring when the lion is a roaring

And the tiger is a lashing of his tail!

KO-KO

Yes, I like to see a tiger from the Congo or the Niger

And especially when lashing of his tail

KATISHA

Volcanos have a splendour that is grim,

And earthquakes only terrify the dolts

But to him who’s scientific there is nothing that’s terrific

In the falling of a flight of thunder bolts!

KO-KO

Yes, in spite of all my meekness, if I have a little weakness

It’s a passion for a flight of thunderbolts.

KO-KO & KATISHA

If that is so sing erry down derry it’s evident very our tastes are one

Away we’ll go and merrily marry, nor tardily tarry till day is done!

KO-KO

There is beauty in extreme old age, do you fancy you are elderly enough?

Information I’m requestion on a subject interesting,

Is a maiden all the better when she’s tough?

KATISHA

Throughout this wide dominion it’s the general opinion

That she’ll last a good deal longer when she’s tough

KO-KO

Are you old enough to marry do you think? Won’t you wait until you’re eighty in the shade?

There’s a fascination franctic in a ruin that’s romantic, do you think you are sufficiently decayed?

KATISHA

To the matter that you mention, I have given some attention

And I think I am sufficiently decayed

KO-KO & KATISHA

If that is so, sing derry down derry

It’s evident, very, our tastes are one!

Away we’ll go and merrily marry, nor tardily tarry till day is done!

If that is so sing derry down derry

It’s evident, very, our tastes are one

Away we’ll go and merrily marry, nor tardily tarry till day is done.

Sing derry down derry,

We’ll merrily marry,

Nor tardily tarry till day is done!

in the shade?

There’s a fascination franctic in a ruin that’s romantic, do you think you are sufficiently decayed?

KATISHA

To the matter that you mention, I have given some attention

And I think I am sufficiently decayed

KO-KO & KATISHA

If that is so, sing derry down derry

It’s evident, very, our tastes are one!

Away we’ll go and merrily marry, nor tardily tarry till day is done!

If that is so sing derry down derry

It’s evident, very, our tastes are one

Away we’ll go and merrily marry, nor tardily tarry till day is done.

Sing derry down derry,

We’ll merrily marry,

Nor tardily tarry till day is done!

Rehearsal Section 20 Songs and Notes

  • The Flowers that Bloom in the Spring

Flowers that bloom in the spring

NANKI

The flowers that bloom in the spring, tra la

Breathe promise of merry sunshine

As we merrily dance and we sing, tra la,

We welcome the hope that they bring, tra la,

Of a summer of roses and wine

Of a summer of roses and wine

And that’s what we mean when we say that a thing

Is welcome as flowers that bloom in the spring

Tra la la la la , Tra la la la la

The flowers that bloom in the spring

YUM-YUM, PITTI, POOH, & NANKI

Tra la la la la, Tra la la la la Tra la la la la la!

KO-KO

The flowers that bloom in the spring, tra la,

Have nothing to do with the case.

I’ve got to take under my wing, tra la,

A most unattractive old thing, tra la,

With a caricature ofa face,

With a caricature of a face;

And that’s what I mean when I say or I sing,

“Oh, bother the flowers that bloom in the spring!

Tra la la la la, Tra la la la la, oh bother the flowers of spring!”

YUM-YUM, PITTI, NANKI & POOH

Tra la la la la , Tra la la la la

YUM-YUM, PITTI, NANKI, POOH & KO-KO

Tra la la la la la !

Rehearsal Section 19 Songs and Notes

  • A vs. B

AvsB

MIKADO

See how the Fates their gifts allot,

For A is happy, B is not

Yet B is worthy, I dare say

Of more prosperity than A!

PITTI, POOH & KO-KO

Is B more worthy?

KATISHA

I should say he’s worth a great deal more than A

MIKADO, PITTI, POOH, KO-KO, & KATISHA

Yet A is happy, oh so happy! Laughing, ha ha!

Chaffing, ha! Ha! Nectar quaffing, ha! Ha! Ha!

Ever joyous ever gay, happy undeserving A!

Ever joyous ever gay, happy undeserving A!

PITTI, POOH, & KO-KO

If I were Fortune which I’m not

Be should enjoy A’s happy lot

And A should die in miserie,

That is, assuming I am B.

KATISHA & MIKADO

But should A perish?

PITTI, POOH, & KO-KO

That should he,

Of course, assuming I am B.

B should be happy! Oh so happy!

Laughing ha, ha! Chaffing ha! Ha!

Nectar quaffing Ha! Ha! Ha!

But condemned to die is he

Wretched, meritorious B!

But condemn’d to die is he,

Wretched, meritorious B!

Rehearsal Section 9 Songs and Notes

  • Finale Part 1 : Long Life ‘Til Then

Finale

CHORUS

With aspect stern and gloomy stride,

We come to learn how you decide,

Don’t hesitate, your choice to name,

A dreadful fate you’ll suffer all the same,

A dreadful fate you’ll suffer all the same!

POOH

To ask you what you mean to do we punctually appear.

Ko-Ko

Congratulate me gentlemen I’ve found a volunteer!

CHORUS

The Japanese equivalent for Hear, Hear, Hear!

Ko-Ko

‘Tis Nanki-Poo!

CHORUS

Hail Nanki-Pooh!

Ko-Ko

I think he’ll do!

CHORUS

Yes, yes he’ll do!

Ko-Ko

He yields his life if Yum-Yum I’ll surrender,

Now I adore that girl with passion tender,

and could not quit her with a ready will,

Or her allot if I did not adore myself with passion tenderer still,

With passion tenderer still!

CHORUS

A yes, he loves himself with passion tenderer still!

Ko-Ko

Take her she’s yours!

NANKI

The threaten’d cloud has pass’d away

YUM-YUM

And fairly shines the dawning day

NANKI

What tho’ the night many come to soon

YUM-YUM

There’s yet a month of afternoon!

YUM-YUM, NANKI, PISH, PITTI, PEEP, POOH, & CHORUS

Then let the throng our joy advance with laughing song and merry dance

Then let the throng our joy advance with laughing song and merry dance

With laughing song and merry dance

With laughing song

With joyous shout with joyous shout and ringing cheer

Inaugurate, inaugurate their brief career!

With joyous shout and ringing cheer

With joyous, joyous shout!

Laughing song, merry dance, with laughing song and merry dance

POOH

As in three weeks you’ve got to die,

If Ko-Ko tells us true

‘T’were empty compliment to cry

“Long life to Nanki Poo!”

But as you’ve got three weeks to live

As fellow citizen,

This toast with three times three we’ll give

“Long life, long life to you till then!”

CHORUS

May all good fortune, all good fortune prosper you

May you have, may you have health and riches too

May you succeed in all you do

Long life, long life to you till then!

Rehearsal Section 7 Songs and Notes

Rehearsal Section Notes:

People who need to come to Section 7 rehearsal

Jesse

Bree

Carlie

We have created tracks for individual timing practice, without the distraction of overlapping voices, as well as a complete track so that you can hear what the entire song is supposed to sound like. Make sure you have the correct character’s individual track. :)

  • I Am So Proud

I am so proud – Full Song

Pooh ONLY

Ko-Ko ONLY

POOH

I am so proud, if I allow’d my family pride to be my guide

I’d volunteer to quit this sphere instead of you in a minute or two

But fam’ly pride must be denied and set aside and mortified, and mor-or-or-ti-fied

KO-KO

My brain it teems with endless schemes both good and new for Titipu

But if I flit the benefit that I’d diffuse the town would lose! The town would lose!

Now ev’ry man to aid his clan should plot and plan as best he can

PISH

I heard one day a gentleman say that crimanals who are cut in two

Can hardly feel the fatal steel and so are slain without much pain

If this is true, it’s jolly for you; your courage screw to bid us adieu

*POOH

I am so proud, if I allow’d my family pride to be my guide,

I’d volunteer to quite this sphere instead of you in a minute or two

*KO-KO

My brain it teems with endless schemes both good and new for Titipu, for Titipu

But if I flit, the benefit that I’d diffuse the town would lose!

Now ev’ry man to aid his clan should plot and plan as best he can

*PISH

I heard one day a gentleman say that criminals who are cut in two

Can hardly feel the fatal steel and so are slain without much pain

If this is true, it’s jolly for you, your courage screw to bid us adieu

KO-KO

And so although I’m ready to go, yet recollect

‘Twere disrespect did I neglect to thus effect

This aim direct, so I object

POOH

And so although I wish to go, and greatly pine to brightly shine

And take the line of a hero fine

With grief condign, I must decline

PISH

And go and show both friend and foe how much you dare,

I’m quite aware it’s your affair, yet I declare, I’d take your share

But I don’t much care

*KO-KO

So I object, so I object, so I object

So I object, so I object,  so I object

*POOH

I must decline, I must decline,

I must decline, I must decline

I must decline, I must decline

*PISH

I’d take your share but I don’t much care

I’d take your share but I don’t much care

I’d take your share, but I don’t much care

Much care, I don’t much care, I don’t much care

KO-KO, PISH & POOH

To sit in solemn silence in a dull dark dock

In a pestilential prison with a life long lock

Awaiting the sensation of a short sharp shock

From a cheap and chippy chopper on a big black block!

To sit in solemn silence in a dull dark dock

In a pestilential prison with a life long lock

Awaiting the sensation of a short sharp shock

From a cheap and chippy chopper on a big black block!

A dull dark dock

A life long lock

A short sharp shock

A big black block

To sit in solemn silence in a pestilential prison

And awaiting the sensation from a cheap and chippy chopper

On a big black block!

Rehearsal Section 13 Songs and Notes

Wedding Day

merry madrigal Yum-Yum

merry madrigal Pittising

YUM-YUM

Brightly dawns our wedding day;

PITTI, PISH, NANKI, & YUM

Joyous hour we give thee greeting!

Whither, whither art thou fleeting?

Fickle moment prithee stay! Fickle moment, prithee stay!

NANKI

What though mortal joys be hollow

PITTI

Pleasures come if sorrows follow

YUM-YUM, NANKI, PISH, & PITTI

Though the tocsin sound ere long

*YUM-YUM

Though the tocsin sound ere long,

though the tocsin sound ere long,

Ding dong! Ding dong!

*PITTI & PISH

Ding dong! Ding dong!

Ding donw! Ding dong!

Ding dong! Ding dong!

* NANKI

Though the tocsin sound ere long, sound ere long,

Ding dong! Ding dong!

NANKI, YUM-YUM, PISH, & PITTI

Yet until the shadows fall, over one and over all

YUM-YUM

Sing a merry madrigal

NANKI, YUM-YUM, PISH, & PITTI

Sing a merry madrigal, sing a merry madrigal

*YUM-YUM

Fa  la Fa la,

Fa la la la la

Fa la la la la

Fa la la la la

Fa la la la la la la la la

La la la la

Fa la

Fa la la la

Fa la

*PITTI

Fa la la la la la

Fa la la la la la la

Fa la la

Fa la

Fa la

Fa la la la la la

Fa la la

Fa la la

Fa la la la

Fa la

*NANKI

Fa la la la la

Fa la la la la

Fa la la la la

Fa la la la la

Fa la la la la

Fa la la la la la

Fa la la la

Fa la

*PISH

Fa la la la la

Fa la la la la la la

Fa la la la la la la

Fa la

Fa la la la la

Fa la la la la

Fa la la la la la

Fa la la

NANKI, YUM-YUM, PISH, & PITTI

Fa la la

Fa la la

Fa la la