The blues festival was a little cooler (meteorologically) than I liked, but was a good thing to do. We talked with a whole bunch of blues fans from all over the country, bought the obligatory t-shirts, and ate more than a little barbecue. It was a good thing to do.
Friday was boring, and Saturday we went out to the Smart Bar, which, though boring, wasn't as boring as staying home.
I am neither amused or disgusted to say that we, the Quintet, have decided to play for Jenny's wedding. We figured that it was little enough to do for her, since it seems like nothing else is going right. She's having to find another maid of honor at the last minute, some of her bridesmaids's dresses came in and didn't fit right, and there's some problem with a catering company or something.
We figured the least we could do would be to come and add to the chaos, so two weekends hence we'll be somewhere in Pennsylvania, playing at Jenny's wedding. Evan didn't even hesitate when I asked him if he could and would cover Jenny's part. His first remark was, "well, why can't she play it?" I told him I didn't see why she couldn't but that the bassoon wasn't color-coordinated with the flowers in her bouquet. He said that if she sprayed them with weed killer, they would be. (Bassoons, if you don't know, are usually brown in color). Leave it to men to jump to the obvious -- wrong -- solution.
I still have this creeping feeling that if Maureen and I hadn't put out "leave us out of it" signals a few weeks ago, Jenny would have asked one of us to stand in for her maid of honor. I still half expect her to ask.
Lately I've felt more like I want to move out of here and move somewhere else. I still don't know where, I just feel like I've worn this place out. I'm tired of it, and I want to live somewhere where my neighbors aren't just a bunch of doors with peepholes in them.
Fargo misses your comments when you don't leave them.
Confused about the characters here? I now have a guide to the players in this little drama.