Ketchup n stuph
Jul. 3rd, 2007 12:35 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bunrabC & V are here! They got here way earlier than we expected - we got home from lunch, I unlocked the door, and these voices go "Surprise!" Took me a few seconds to catch my breath there. C says "we thought you'd notice the car out front" and I point out that the neighbors *always* park in front of our house, so we're used to ignoring cars there. Probably neighbors are peeved this evening that they have to park in front of their own house. Anyway, tomorrow we're going to the Aquarium. And Camden Yards, I am given to understand.
Bel Air band rehearsal was Monday evening for the 4th of July parade. On our way to rehearsal, there were a couple of bikes taking an exit ramp. The rider in front was waving his arm over his head vigourously, pointing to the right. Since they were already in a right exit only lane, I figured that was a bit more than needed. However, as they were going around the cloverleaf ramp to the right, the guy in front stuck out his left leg, straight sideways, and waggled his foot. And that's when we understood. He wasn't giving signals to the rider behind him. He was listening to the Hokey Pokey on his helmet stereo.
When I got my bari sax back from the shop, the octave key and the G# key were indeed fixed - but now every time I play an E (top space in treble clef E), it squeals like a dying parakeet. I can work around that in the 4th of July stuff, but then it's back to the shop. There are no dying parakeet parts written in most band music.
I have two more chapters of rodent fiction in my head; you are forewarned.
Bel Air band rehearsal was Monday evening for the 4th of July parade. On our way to rehearsal, there were a couple of bikes taking an exit ramp. The rider in front was waving his arm over his head vigourously, pointing to the right. Since they were already in a right exit only lane, I figured that was a bit more than needed. However, as they were going around the cloverleaf ramp to the right, the guy in front stuck out his left leg, straight sideways, and waggled his foot. And that's when we understood. He wasn't giving signals to the rider behind him. He was listening to the Hokey Pokey on his helmet stereo.
When I got my bari sax back from the shop, the octave key and the G# key were indeed fixed - but now every time I play an E (top space in treble clef E), it squeals like a dying parakeet. I can work around that in the 4th of July stuff, but then it's back to the shop. There are no dying parakeet parts written in most band music.
I have two more chapters of rodent fiction in my head; you are forewarned.
