McConnell, Brue, Duke Copy

When I am a really, really good girl, Boyfriend will play piano for me. He can play really well, and he will go on until you ask him to stop.

He played for me this weekend. It made me think of being in middle school, when they can't yet kick you out of band. I played the oboe, and my scarce talent led me to be redirected to scraping the fish, because, you know, so many band songs require a scraping-on-wood sound.

On a good day, I was allowed to ding the triangle.