In which this is what I did with myself on my three-day weekend.

Thursday I went out and, inexplicably, got drunk after band practice. I think the sober dude who was driving me around – to three different bars – might have been hoping I’d get drunk enough to lay him, but I’m old and crafty so his plan (if it fact there even was one) failed! Hah hah!

Friday SUCKED. Talk about a monster headache. Whoo boy. Ouch.

Friday night, I played the Pepsi stage at the Walla Walla county fair with the boys. The gig was meh (we had to compete with the sounds coming from the rodeo, which was about TWELVE FEET AWAY), but there was a consolation and it was falafel (cue angelic choir):

That’s the first falafel and hummus I’ve eaten that I didn’t have to make myself in two years! It was freakin’ delicious!

Saturday, I went and saw my stylist Jolene and she colored my hair. It is now this awesome color… er, these awesome colors:

Since I had a gig at one that afternoon and my coloring went long, I didn’t get a trim. I’m going after work tonight for that.

The gig was playing by the pool at Basel Cellars for stomp (basically, drunk people walking on grapes for no good reason). This was the view from my mic:

We played stomp there last year too. Although the hors d’oeuvres are yummy, playing on the opposite side of the pool from the party is bit like being aural wallpaper.

Saturday night, I went with my drummer to Wildhorse casino and saw an R&B act, and then we hung out with the band – a really smokin’ rhythm section – until the wee hours of the morning. There was a lot of really cool discussion about music, family, poverty, the music business, and personal anecdotes. I had a blast.

I woke up the next day with laryngitis.

Sunday and Monday I read The Magicians. It fucking rocked. So much that I even went to the author’s website and sent him a message telling him so. I’ve been having such crap luck with novels lately that I felt he needed to know that I hadn’t devoured a novel with such one-pointed devotion in a long time, and that I thanked him from the bottom of my reader’s heart to have had a taste of that again. The main character is hard to like (because he’s wholly and unsalvageably emotionally stunted) but it was still a really great story and a wonderful read.

I spent most of Sunday and Monday in silence, so the voice is nearly healed. I’d never really considered before that I make all of my money with my voice; if I were suddenly struck permanently mute I’d have to change jobs and hobbies altogether… how freaky is THAT?