I have a new dirty pleasure. Oh don't look at me like that - it's not that sordid.
When I first received my MP3 player I didn't think I would have very much use for it - my computers at home and at work have speakers so I don't need it in any of those places, and listening to it in the car would be dangerous. However, it has found a niche in my life giving me music while I'm walking to and from work (on days when it isn't raining).
Generally, on the stretch of 156th Ave between my apartment and my office building, there really any people within earshot. There aren't many pedestrians around (I guess that's true of most of the East side in general), the buildings are all quite far away from the road and don't have openable windows, and for those in passing cars the engine/road noise and radio will drown out most external noises. It's kind of like I'm in my own private world, at least as far as sound is concerned.
So, I can sing my heart out to the tunes on my device without disturbing anyone or embarrasing myself. Usually. I did have the slightly unsettling experience the other day of a jogger coming up behind me and surprising me mid-song. If you were that jogger I would like to apologize for inflicting my singing voice on you.
Last night my musical selection was:
Tori Amos - 1,000 Oceans
Dar Williams - The Kid
Dire Straits - Romeo & Juliet
The play went great - we sold out all but one of the shows (and crammed quite a few more people in as well), and our performances just kept getting better and better as we experimented with how to say certain lines to get the most laughs out of them. It was nice to be the star and the center of attention for a while.