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One Show Down

Last night’s school play performance was awesome! My step daughter was the lead and she was outstanding! I am so proud I might explode! She did such a great job. I can’t even tell ya, she was so good. All of the kids were, the whole thing was excellent. Forgive me though if I heap my praise onto one particular little mermaid.

The second show is tonight but another girl will be playing the lead. They have two casts (mostly) so they can spread the glory around a little. There are two shows on Saturday, one with each cast. I want to go tonight but I can’t. I will go to both shows tomorrow. Count on it.

Ouch

Both yesterday and today, prior to leaving for work, I snuck in a little recording time.  I played the bass part on one song.  I haven’t touched a bass guitar since the summer of 2011 (August, I think).  All together I’ve probably spent a whopping 30 minutes playing on those humongous strings and… ouch.  Like… ouch.

I’ve heard it said that women’s brains are wired to forget about the pain of childbirth because if they retained the memory of the pain they would never have a second child.  I don’t know if that’s true or not, and I don’t mean to compare my stinging fingers to childbirth, but… I wonder if the same thing happened to me.  As I was playing along with one of my bad songs I had a clear memory of me swearing I would never play bass again because, ouch.

Psychology… ain’t it groovy?

Drama

My step daughter is the lead in her school play.  Her first performance is tomorrow.  I asked her if she was excited.  She said she was scared… And excited.  I’m really excited for her and I’m wicked nervous for her and I can’t wait to see the show.  It’s going to be great.  She’s going to be great.