We had yet another jam packed weekend, most of which I can’t remember.
Friday I performed at one of my usual venues – there was a pretty good crowd for a Friday night, though I made 60% of my tips from one guy at one table (yay, people who tip in $10s!). I had one old guy wink at me and say, “You sure deserve this!” as he tipped me (and of course followed the tip with that slap on the side that always reminds me of how people slap horses on the rump when they want them to trundle off into the pasture and graze…I don’t know WHY on earth people think it’s okay to tip and slap, though I think to some extent they don’t even realize they do it.)
ANYWAY, Saturday involved a long stint in lab which made me miss karate class, so instead I hiked to the school’s gym and watched the Discovery Kids channel while using the elliptical. Got home just in time to welcome our friends A and N from New Hampshire, who had planned to come down on Friday but were forced to cancel because of the blizzard. We got them settled and then headed off to the karate studio’s annual holiday party which featured a magic show by the magician that had trained Mr. Fizz oh-so-long ago. (On a side note for all the geeks out there: knowing a good magic trick or three really does help pick up the chicks…that is, after all, how Mr. Fizz roped me into dating him back in high school!). The magician was excellent – the tricks were fabulous, but his banter with the audience (and his ability to keep several dozen kids under 6 occupied for an hour) was even better. I certainly have some ideas for Mr. Fizz’s 30th birthday blowout.
From the magic show we went to our respective parents’ houses for a few hours, and then regrouped to go to a post-thesis-defense party for my labmate. I was the only one representing from the lab (labmate lives in the ‘burbs, and few of my other labmates have cars….), so naturally I cornered my labmate’s wife and chatted about her son (adorable!) and kids in general for a bit. Then on again to a restaurant to meet up with A and N and K and T (ooooh…KANT!) for dinner. We ate at our local Ethiopian place, where we’ve been one too many times this year. The food is good, but…just…too much!
Sunday started with brunch, then I took off for a gig and A and N left for NH. The gig started out rather ominously – the CD I painstakingly compiled hadn’t burned, a fact I only noted once I was already on the road. So at the next stoplight I jumped out of the car and rifled through my gig suitcase to find another suitable CD. Located one, played it during the drive to remember the music. Once I arrived at the restaurant, I popped the CD into my portable CD player to make sure it could read it. No prob. Got into the restaurant without the birthday boy noticing, changed in the bathroom, handed my props to the birthday boy’s wife. She started my music…and it would play a few bars and then…silence. Very bad. Fortunately the restaurant had a sound system, so I got the audience clapping and pulled out my turban and hip scarf and dressed up the birthday boy (who was a very good sport about it all). My music finally came on, and I managed to get through three songs before the restaurant staff stopped it. I told them to start it again, and they did…from the first song. At which point I threw caution to the wind and bellowed up to the balcony where the CD player was, “TRACK FIVE!!! PUT ON TRACK FIIIIVVVE!” They did, so at least I got to make my big exit.
I apologized profusely for the musical fuck up, but there’s only so much I can do to test the damn CD and rein in the stupidity of the staff. Really. I am really, really hoping that a certain iPod compatible speaker system ends up in my stocking this christmas, because it would drastically cut down the amount of time it takes me to prep for gigs (and the amount of angst due to malfunctioning CDs.
Sunday night we played host to K and T for some cookie frosting (sugar high!) and West Wing with manicotti. West Wing turned out not to be on, so instead we watched National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation, definitely on my list as one of the best holiday movies EVER. Genius.
And that, my friends, was the weekend. We are now launched into probably the most unproductive week ever, as my advisor is gone and I still have christmas shopping to do. And the gym to visit. And so on.