I’m up, I’m up.
I haven’t been making particularly solid, wise choices regarding my sleep schedule for the past several days and so this morning, getting up at 8am for a festival in Gettysburg IS a bit of a struggle. Unfortunately, my body’s rebelling in a number of ways as the lancing light of early Baltimore sunrise comes spearing into my brain… first off, about light coming directly into my brain, my eyes seem to be on strike. They want to have nothing to do with this morning and they are somehow allowing direct sunlight right onto the wrinkly flesh of of my mind and it burns us.
Oh yes, it burns us Precious.
Or at least that’s what it feels like.
And my black, black coffee is not black enough. And my stomach’s disorganized. And my left arm is decidedly unhappy (something that actually really needs to be addressed as I’m feeling it from my shoulder to my fingertips and that’s NOT a good sign… make sure the rob stretches. All in all I probably won’t hang out at the Gettysburg Music and Arts Festival too far beyond our actual performance. The temperatures outside, so recently heavenly and crisp and excitingly autumnal have betrayed us again, and though they shan’t make the climb into triple digits today, they’ll come close. (actually, looking at the weather in Gettysburg rather than down here in Baltimore, it looks like it might not hit 90 degrees till after we’re off stage!)
Thursday morning Kristen left for a weekender trip with her sister, romping round New England to celebrate sisterhood, and, according to popular myth, pants.
Thursday night I stayed up way too late rewatching old movies and scroffling the cat.
Friday night I was out way too late because Heather and I went to a drive in theatre.
Last night I was up way too late because I was all riled up from a show’s grumpy hate mail (might get into that) and the general roil of 9/11 emotions.
As you can see, I’ve clearly been making good use of my wifeless weekend and after this festival that I plan on night hanging out at because I’m tired and grumpy I plan to continue to Live up my pseudo-bachelorhood by picking up some toothpaste and maybe a loaf of bread on the way home.
Oh, and mabye I’ll REALLY go nuts and run the dishwasher.
I guess I WAS cut out for married Life.
Just got back from the Gettysburg Music and Wine Festival. In that order. I was pretty stressed out about the Gettysburg Music and Wine Festival and this morning absolutely was disinterested in playing the Gettysburg Music and Wine Festival – but damn I enjoyed playing the Gettysburg Music and Wine Festival.
I was nervous because neither Heather nor Kristen would be joining us. Yeah – ilyAIMY without the ladies. It’s a different animal. It’s the Lily Army. And we don’t do that much AND we don’t have any descriptors to indicate that’s who we’ll be so I had to be careful of what press blurbs to send, and as the date loomed, I got more and more in my head about the fact that no-one cares about us when we’re not co-fronted by Heather and Kristen.
But man, (no pun intended) the energy’s so very different.
We had a really good time, driving hard and playing with our more rock edges… more a product of my designing a festival set than because Lily Army can’t slow down.
We were epic.
We were mistaken for the Deftones, which might be my new favourite compliment (other than “turn up”).
HOWEVER – I’m remembering that my shoulder’s being really really inflamed by typing right now so I’m going to stop, make dinner, watch a movie and just think about how good the day was.