...Glass For Amigos...
Day Five done, and I'm getting tired. My fuse is short, my muscles are tense, and spirits are low. Tomorrow night's gig looks like it might get rained out like it did last year, which would be a huge bummer. If it's going to rain I hope it starts early so they'll move the concert inside instead of making us set up for five songs only to get rained out and focing us to re-load everything without having played a full set and in a fucking thunderstorm. And, I mean, we practice Every Thursday, all year, and right now this is one of Four jobs we have booked for 2011. Whack.
"I brought the orange one and...the orange one."
Hopefully the weather will hold, or we'll play inside, or Something, because Dante's right, "Twelve minutes is not a game." Frustrating.
I can't really think of an opportune time to have a near-stranger in your house, but I'd wager this week was probably one of the least opportune times for me to have one around. Sorry, sis. I know it's super-selfish of me to say that, but...yeah, stranger danger. I may or may not be wrong, but I am an asshole; this we know for sure.
I'm so done with this for tonight.