Sunday’s rehearsal recapped.

I hopped into the shower at one-thirty Sunday afternoon and Bread promptly popped his head in. “Why you bathing?” he asked.

“‘Cause. S’time.”

“Wuffo?”

“Dude, Sunday. Got rehearsal.”

“Oh,” he mumbled, looking downcast. (He’s so bored. He doesn’t do well with too much leisure time.)

After dressing and finding my purse I rolled to town, stopped at Hy-Vee for the ingredients for Caesar salad and a six-pack of hard lemonade, and arrived at PK’s house.

We had another impromptu business meeting – the band as a whole is seriously considering embarking on a business venture as a group so we have to talk about it a lot – so we didn’t start playing for an hour or so. When we did play, we alternated between song-writing jams and running through previously rehearsed tunes.

WTC had written a fantastic, melodic bass line that turned into an extremely hot jam for awhile. Well, until PK reined it in – a little early, IMO – and got us focussed on writing a melody, lyric, and then a bridge.

At dinner break, I had a smoke on the deck with BvB and then made the salad and hung out with WTC while KO and GW ran for the pizzas. We all piled onto the couches in PK’s livingroom and watched 24 and chatted while we ate. I love Sunday dinner with the band, I could hang out with this group of people all the time! I usually hate hanging out with any band I’m in, but I genuinely like these people. They’re all huggy and touchy and funny and articulate, in addition to being great musicians.

It’s almost unnatural, how well we all get along.

We played again after the meal, and broke at nine. I loaned my Prince: Live at the Aladin Las Vegas DVD to the rhythm section and left. I stopped by the bar for a cocktail, and then drove home where my husband nagged me into ravishing him.

I did absolutely no laundry whatsoever the entire day.