October 24th
I woke up and Elen gave me a haircut on the back porch.
She left with her parents for Myrtle Beach. She wanted to help them get down to their timeshare. They’re approaching 90, and a 2 hour drive on the highway by either of them is starting to seem a little risky to us.
We have a gig in Sumter, scheduled to start a little after 6. Gordon, Eamon, and I all planned on showing up around 4 to set up the PA, the drum kit, etc. I told Mike to make sure he got there by 5. By 5:15, we started calling him. Eamon finally got a hold of his pastor, who was supposed to drop him off. His pastor said Mike had never even asked him to be dropped off in Sumter. When my uncle finally got a hold of him, Mike told him that “I overslept.”
He overslept, but what did he oversleep? There was apparently no one he asked for a ride to the gig.
The party was very nice. It was a “white party.” There was almost no dance floor, and therefore, almost no one danced, but the people all seemed to enjoy it.
I think I mentioned that ever since I discovered that the whole “white party” idea had been started by Sean Combs, I have been worried about being sex trafficked if I attend this white party. Trying to adopt a “I’ve been given lemons, let me make lemonade approach,” I told my bandmate “Well, if I am sex trafficed, at least I’ll be having a lot more sex. I mean, true, it’s quite likely to be rough and unpleasant sex, but there will be a lot more of it.”
The birthday lady had a “wardrobe malfunction” that delayed her appearance by a bit. She finally came out in a very glittery, low-cut dress. She sang the first three songs with us and did a great job. Daniel wowed them all with his rendition of “Unchained Melody.”
We took a significant break for dinner. I didn’t have anything, because I cannot sing and eat: the pressure on my diaphragm from singing winds up making me burp into the microphone. And nobody wants to hear that.
We actually didn’t get done playing until around 9:30, a couple of hours later than I expected. Another 40 minutes to pack up, get some photos taken, and say goodbye, and I wasn’t on the road back to Columbia until after 10.
And Eamon has a church gig at 8 in the morning!
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To end a long day, when I got home, I found that my car had been broken into. The thief took my backpack, which contained my laptop, my camera, and my wallet. I had to cancel all of my credit cards and debit cards, and I have to get a new driver’s license.
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The above paragraph is, luckily, complete nonsense. It is what got put into the document when I started typing “To end a long day,” and then I let Microsoft copilot complete the text. It just made up complete rubbish.
In any case, to end a long day, when I was feeding one of my cats some liquidy meat stuff out of a tube, the liquidy meat stuff shot up into my eye when I tore open the tube.
Another item of note: that cat, the skittish one, often will call one of us out into the kitchen. We arrive expecting that she needs something. Well, in one sense, I guess she does: she feels she needs us to watch her eat. There was food in her bowl already and she had been eating it but when we left the room, she came to wherever we went and called us back so we could finish watching or eat.
When given a gift of a golden crown encrusted with a multitude of precious gems, it’s a very bizarre response to complain about the one jewel that is missing in one of the crowns orifices
And sometimes, when God sends a special gift to us, I think rather than letting it go to our heads, we should more likely think “God thought I was such a knucklehead that I needed this special gift to wake me up.”
Here is your song for the day:
Flood or Fire
Every day The flames getting higher Caught in a trance By the beauty of the fire
Every minute As I feel it draw near I know I should run But I just stay here
What I need is water What I want’s gasoline Cause eiher flood or fire Leave the whole place clean
Flood or fire (X 2)
You run for the rocks But the rocks gonna burn You run for the water But the water gonna churn
You can run for a long time You can run for a long time You can run for a long time Sooner or later, God cut you down
So tell them long tongue liars So tell them dirty backbiters So tell the midnight riders Sooner or later, God cut you down
Every nerve So damn exposed My whole body tingles Like it’s gonna explode
Every heartbeat Pounding like a drum I look to the sky Pray the rain’s gonna come Cause…
What I need is water What I want’s gasoline Cause eiher flood or fire Leave the whole place clean
Flood or fire (X 2)