Jammus Interruptus Part Deux

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So last night was our dads and kids acoustic jam. It’s typically from 5:30 - 7:30 but my bus was ridiculously late and wound up not even picking me up until 5:30. I walked in the door of my house at 5:45 to my screaming daughter being carried to her room for a time out by mu flustered wife. Fifteen minutes of screaming ensued before I could get her out the door.

Now did I also mention that the temperature has been in the 90’s all week so far? Well it has, and I’ve been working mostly outside the last couple of days in preparation for our office move. So when I get home from that, I’m even more burnt than usual (and I’m usually pretty burnt after work as it is).

So we wind up getting to the jam at around 6:15 and I get set up while my daughter starts playing with her friend. Did I also mention that we’re potty training? She’s been mostly out of diapers for a week, and while she’s been really good about getting to the potty on time, this is the first time she’d need to possibly interrupt me mid-song to get there. So every chance I could, I’d ask her if she had to go. We got to play 2 songs which both sounded really good. I’m making progress on the upright and I think that it just needed some breaking in for the buzzing to stop.

So after 2 songs we got pizza from the place down the block. The girls at the pizza place either know my voice or my order because they always know it’s me when I call. I brought my daughter and her friend over to pick them up because I wasn’t going to leave a potty training kid with my buddies, even though they’ve already gone through that with their older girls. We get back with the pizza and I give my daughter her slice and then go to get some for myself. The pizza comes with these little plastic cups of Parmesan cheese, and before I could do anything, my kid has the lid off of one and is proceeding to down it like a shot. Needless to say, that doesn’t work out so well and she starts choking. A couple whacks on the back gets it dislodged, along with the entire contents of her stomach, which magically holds more contents than her size somehow. So there’s puke all over the floor. She’s crying and puking. I am completely overwhelmed at this point.

There’s even more annoyances involved which I won’t get into. Let’s just say that despite the fact that what little music I did play I played rather well, this was the worst practice ever.

BTW, below is a closer up picture of me playing the new bass.