So, my show went fabulously. How did I not see that coming? Answer: because I am a chronic worrier and tend to assume that things are not going to go well. Right before a show, I’m always anxious and convinced that a) nobody is going to show up and b) my singing is going to make William Hung look like an immensely talented performer. Luckily for me, I realized on Saturday that if those two things were going to happen, they would probably cancel each other out.
If a tree falls in the woods and nobody is there, does it matter that it was singing off-key on the way down?
Luckily for me, I was blessed with a decently sized audience and my voice decided to celebrate the fact that I was no longer hacking up phlegm (a lovely image. yes?) by hitting every. single note. It was amazing. I honestly can’t remember the last time I sounded so great. Normally I wouldn’t brag like that (look at meeee! I sing good!), but I am seriously impressed that I can spend two weeks on the couch and not practicing and emerge from it all with the ability to sing like that. Perhaps all of the coughing strengthened my lungs. Perhaps I should have bought the sound guy a beer for working some kinds of miracle.
All I know is, it was a great night.
The night was marred a bit by the fact that my water bottle decided to explode in my bag (bad water bottle! bad!). I opened my bag up to discover that everything was soaked and that my cell phone was floating around like a duck on several inches of water. The cd’s that I was planning on selling were all a bit damp (A negative that I attempted to turn into a positive by marketing them as “limited edition.” Seriously, these things are going to be worth some serious cash when I hit it big). Everything else was ok after a little air drying.
My cell phone? Let’s just say that turning off and turning on repeatedly with nobody touching the power button is probably not a good sign. I thanked my lucky stars that I pay for insurance every month (Anybody who is as accident-prone as I am needs to have the oh-shit-I-dropped-it-in-the-toilet-before-I-lost-it insurance. I could seriously throw my phone off the top of a very tall building and they would have to give me a new one as long as I pay the $50 deductible). Unsurprisingly enough, even after letting the poor phone air out for half a day (first rule of soaking wet electronics: turn them off and KEEP THEM OFF for at least 12 hours), my poor phone turned on just long enough for me to read a text message, to start beeping uncontrollably and to then shut off and refuse to turn to life.
The real Christmas miracle? My phone turned on this morning. When I pressed the power button. It then stayed on, made several calls, sent a few text messages and then took a very goofy picture of me which I then deleted because it made my nose look too big. I’m not going to trust this thing to continue working properly (something about water and cell-phones and lingering problems and instability). I am, however, totally psyched to not have to go to the Verizon Store this week to get a new phone. I’ll do that later, after I have the pleasure of throwing my phone off of something really tall.
The rest of our weekend was fairly uneventful. We had a bunch of folks over to play with our Wii on Sunday. Because we were hanging out, playing video games… I tivo’d the oscars and then started them later. Big mistake. If you think the Oscars run late, try starting them 2 hours after Ellen’s (painfully awkward) opening monologue. While I love the ability to fast forward through all commercials, interpretive dancing and boring acceptance speeches, I did not love the fact that I didn’t fall asleep last night until 2am. I spent the day walking around like a zombie and ended up going home with one of the worst headaches that I have ever had. This resulted in me taking a three hour nap tonight. Which, of course, means that I will probably have a hard time falling asleep later. Later being as soon as I finish this entry and turn off the computer. Because I am old and lame and if I stay up past midnight, I turn into a pumpkin.
I fear that if I go to bed and toss and turn and keep him up, Kristian will leave and take the kitties with him. Nah, he still owes me big time for the last time he had pager duty and the damn thing went off at 3 in the morning.
So, how was your weekend?
Well, since you asked…
Visited my grandma in Oregon. While I was down there, we both dropped in on my aunt Mabel, who is 102 years old. The Walkup women live a very long time!
(Of course, I got the ‘Y’ chromosome… 😛 )
I actually came down with a sinus infection on the way down; my head is currently doing a very good impression of a drum. 🙁 The Good Stuff will be delivered tomorrow at 1pm.
I may be the only person in the known universe who enjoyed the Oscars. I loved the interpretive dancing, Ellen’s schtick, the song with Will Ferrell, Jack Black and the other guy whose name escapes me. Oh well. Hope, don’t throw the current phone off of a tall building until you have your new one, okay?