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Do Not Want
Jul. 7th, 2013 03:24 pmIn an hour, my ride is coming to take me to a concert I do NOT want to perform in. I knew several months ago when it was scheduled that I wasn't going to want to perform on this date, but I didn't want to be the asshole who caused the whole group to miss a gig because there were no other dates available and we frankly weren't offered that many gigs this summer. This does not change the fact that I'm NOT IN THE MOOD to put on some sparkly bullshit and sing songs that haven't been popular since 1950 on a 90-plus degree afternoon that is guaranteed to fade into a mosquito-filled evening.
We got back last night from a very trying week of "vacation" during which my 78-year-old father broke out in hives all over his body and felt like shit for three days, dad and mom bickered MUCH more than usual, my sister flipped out at my mother because she doesn't like the way mom runs her restaurant, my nephew came within about an inch of being run over by a fire truck during the parade, and I worked A LOT. In the kitchen, in the dish room, in the bar, and -- when I probably should have been sleeping -- on some transcription work that I picked up during "vacation" to try to offset all the money it cost us to do this.
Some good things happened on the trip, and maybe I'll write about those later, but mostly I'm filled with apprehension that I don't have time to write about because now my ride is coming in 45 minutes and I have to take a shower and find something to wear. To do this stupid concert that I don't want to do.
We got back last night from a very trying week of "vacation" during which my 78-year-old father broke out in hives all over his body and felt like shit for three days, dad and mom bickered MUCH more than usual, my sister flipped out at my mother because she doesn't like the way mom runs her restaurant, my nephew came within about an inch of being run over by a fire truck during the parade, and I worked A LOT. In the kitchen, in the dish room, in the bar, and -- when I probably should have been sleeping -- on some transcription work that I picked up during "vacation" to try to offset all the money it cost us to do this.
Some good things happened on the trip, and maybe I'll write about those later, but mostly I'm filled with apprehension that I don't have time to write about because now my ride is coming in 45 minutes and I have to take a shower and find something to wear. To do this stupid concert that I don't want to do.
