too much cheese
I had a long weekend. After the pretty great “Cheesy Sharknado Party, where a bunch of us just watched a bunch of silly movies and ate fondue party, I arranged to take Monday off (because we got home around midnight). It was the best call.
The rest of the weekend also involved a lot of cheese (Saturday’s birthday party was themed “Cheesy-Baconpalooza”); my lower GI has not been thrilled with my weekend adventures.
I guess I should talk about the gig on Friday night – it wasn’t a total trainwreck, but the group’s collective level of preparation definitely informed the quality of the performance. I wasn’t thrilled. I’m still not sure I’m thrilled, but I’m not necessarily bowing out. There seems to be somewhat of a variance of priorities going on, and that’s got to get itself sorted out. We shall see. Also, there was a taco bar involved, and it had cheese.
In talking with another unrelated musician friend earlier on Friday afternoon, I said something to the effect of “it’ll either be a good set or a great story with a little distance. Tragedy + Time = Comedy, after all”.
At this point, not enough time has passed – the jury is still out.
