occasionally, my brain can bite me in the butt

...though not literally (if it were a literal ability, I'd be a candidate for "Stupid Human Tricks" for sure...and possibly government study).

I'm no more dyslexic than the average person whose brain is a little bad with concrete facts, but today I did something that falls under the category of "unequivocally dumb."  The idea was to contact Marin Symphony about the possibility of auditioning for them.  So far, so good.  I'd done my research the previous night, finding things like phone numbers and emails--I go to check the email, and type what I am thinking is the correct symphony into my browser, come up with a page that is a symphony page, and email the "info@" person (I'm not sure if this is the right person to email, but as Buffy says in her Season 4 dream, "Fortune favors the brave," so I think I will give it a shot).  Write a note attempting to be somewhere in the perfect (or Bermuda-esque) triangle of professional, friendly, and non-demanding, starting with the formality of "To Whom it May Concern" (capitalize the "it" or no?  I'm not sure) and moving on to a friendlier-sounding "Hi!"  "...interested in auditioning for the Marin Symphony..." keep it non-demanding, friendly, and professional, Sara... Okay, all written, all sent...

THEN a moment of, "Wait, isn't Alasdair Neale the conductor here?  This guy looks different.  He's not in color, for one thing.  Did I do something wrong--"

Well, yes, Sara, you did do something wrong.  You accidentally switched two "M" cities in your mind.  Having typed "Monterey Symphony" into your browser, you came up with the Monterey Symphony webpage, and its attendant "info@" email address, which you then emailed.

This might be okay, I think.  If I didn't type Marin Symphony in the body of the email maybe nobody will ever...

Yes, yes I did type Marin Symphony.


Monterey Symphony, I deeply apologize.  I would love to audition for you.  And if I had realized what I was doing, I would certainly have put the name of YOUR organization into the body of the email.  Oh boy.


This whole story is coming off vaguely like one of Bisco Hatori's sidebars in Ouran High School Host Club.  I embrace my reading habits with pride-ish.