EEEEYASA TAYASA EEEEEYASA TAYASA
SO I DIDN'T FUCK UP. |D
Oh it was so fun. We found a happi that I wasn't swimming in, I played Kiyari-daiko like a champ, I watched as a tiny girl beat my chudaiko furiously with the smallest bachi we have, and they called me up for a bow at the end despite the fact that I was onstage for maybe three minutes.
Hung around with a few other taiko people at the culture fair where we played afterwards; took a bodhran lesson (me and drums this year, wtf), heard a good Irish band called Boru's Ghost, dredged up my faint middle-school memories of Irish dance and helped Dancing Taiko Buddy entertain the crowd in a fit of attention-whoring self-confidence, and nearly got left behind because belly dancers. Um. :D
Apparently there was a brief moment of confusion after the rest of the group left; about fifteen minutes into their drive home, they called Dancing Taiko Buddy because OMG THE FRESHMAN ISN'T IN ANY OF OUR CARS DO YOU HAVE HER-- OH OKAY WE DIDN'T FORGET HER. GOOD. |D
So first taiko performance: A++ would play again. Will play again when the opportunity presents itself.
I did come home to the news that my dog got her liver biopsied today. Shitfuck. Shitfuck. We're a little hopeful, because it took a checkup to make us wonder if something was wrong; she's clearly not in any pain. But the original tests didn't look good, and nor did today's checkup. We'll have results by Tuesday or Wednesday. Mom's completely torn up. When we got a puppy she never thought she'd get so attached, but Pal is like her fourth child; they are first in each other's hearts, and losing Pal would just be fucking devastating.
Here's hoping, if it does turn out to be a tumor, that we caught it early enough to save her; here's hoping Mom's okay. Here's hoping Pal's okay. Here's hoping the rest of my family's weekend goes as well as the beginning of mine has gone, to make up in some small way for the bad news.