It was a comedy of errors last night. After spending all afternoon running around, I ended up being slightly late for my gig in Farmington. HOWEVER, as luck would have it, five minutes before I was supposed to play, the entire town lost power. Hah! So there were no keys. Instead, I banged on the bongos a little, did a little Keith Partridge-action on the tambourine, and sang my heart out.
We finally got on the road last night at close to 10pm, to head to Jamestown. I am now there. I had quite the leisurely morning - sleeping till 10am, having a cuppa English Breakfast, perusing Julia's Real Simple magazines, then having a fabulous shower. Mmmm. Wonder if she'll let me move in.
2 comments:
You can move in only if you become the designated chef!
As long as that's my only responsibility!
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