In which I’m on musician time.

We were supposed to leave at four. Now we’re leaving at seven. And these boys are clean, if you catch my drift, nothing to blame it on but musician time.

With the hope that I will be able to use a pool, whirlpool, or sauna at the hotel this weekend, I engaged in some personal hygiene. My legs, and the four-mile wide swath that can only charitably be called my bikini line, are now smooooooooth, bitches.

So. Leaving soon. Getting in a van with two musicians and a bunch of gear, driving to Colorado. We’ll sleep in a motel tonight, then get the other singer at the airport in Denver, then two nights up in Vail. Then driving home. Be back Sunday night, or Monday sometime.

I’m bringing knitting, a book, my PPC, and my iPod. (And the chargers for all that crap, plus the charger for my phone.) Since the gig itself is only gonna be a couple hours long I’ll be needing to amuse myself for two or three entire days, and much of that time I’ll be sitting in the van.

Good thing I’ve brought plenty to keep myself occupied, and can sleep pretty much anywhere if I get bored enough.