I'll say that this was one more of an interesting one. I couldn't have predicted this one for anything!
First, at the White Barn on Friday night, Chad's cousin (drummer's 3 year old son) knocked my Pocket PC off the table and shattered the screen . . . and I had to ask them to replace it, at a cost of $350. They seemed to take it OK . . . but I'm figuring I'm probably going to be on the family "sh*t list" . . . and they DO have one because I've heard them talk about others on it. Ah well, not the only list I've been on, and I'm sure it won't be the last.
Second, at the White Barn on Saturday night, the band disbanded at the end of the night. Poof . . . we're done. C-Ya . . . don't let the door hit you in the @ss on the way out. Chad was surprised, to put it mildly. He was too shocked to think anything at first, but then he eventually fell into a "I obviously suck, so I'll just sell all my instruments and get another job" rut. He doesn't have the best self-esteem in the first place, so this didn't help matters any. He's feeling better today, and he's called a couple of the people who had called him over the years wanting him to play for them. He's getting together with one of them on Tuesday night, so I'll take that as a good "anti-moping around" sign. I know that the others weren't in it for the money--just "extra" money--but that was our utility money! Sigh . . . and things always come up around Christmas, too!
And if those two things weren't quite enough in their own respects, when we get home today, my baby lionhead goldfish had died. Poor guy had swim-bladder problems, and I'd been treating him . . . but he didn't make it.
What a stinky weekend!!!
