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dianec42Office Christmas Generic Politically Correct Non-Denominational Holday party was last night.
The red dress was a hit. The bass solo was cheered. All stuff was put away and everyone was sound asleep by 1:30 AM because we are all getting old.
The red dress got at least one reaction of "Oh my god, is that Diane?" -- in a GOOD way. It also got at least one reaction of "That's really scary" -- just the one to my face, and I chose to take it as a positive compliment and move on. To be fair, I don't think anyone in the band has ever seen my legs before. And I'm way out of practice on the make-up thing, so that could easily have been scary.
I got to meet the woman who is insane enough to be married to our lead guitarist. Dan's wife Kate is an absolute hoot. I dare say they deserve each other -- they are both wonderful people, but just a teensy bit mad. Dan and Stuart got along like a house on fire. Sadly they are both loud extroverts, so I didn't get to talk with Kate as much as I'd've liked. Somehow she got shanghaied into helping break down the equipment afterwards whereas Stuart didn't.
We played all 3 sets, every single song we had planned. Our main singer went missing for several hours but in the end he (and his wife, the emergency loaner Girl Singer) turned up just in time. People messed up from time to time in little ways, but we always recovered and that's the main thing. I actually only noticed a couple of mess-ups from Paul (main singer) in the first set, then later Jim (our nominal fearless leader) first attempted to outright SKIP "Brown Eyed Girl" and then screwed up the intro by not waiting for the bass. I am assuming there were other screw-ups of which I was not aware. I am also hoping that no one noticed the several times I screwed up! Reason number 43 for not giving me a microphone: so the entire audience will not hear me apologizing for things they didn't notice.
People cheered. People actually DANCED. I got to play the cowbell. Pictures have been taken. Jerry (our sound guy) has the patience of a saint, especially when it comes to accepting tear-down help from drunken clumsy people. My car is full of other people's stuff. And boy am I tired.
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stuartc for bringing me to this strange place with these strange people. (Yes, he laughed at me.) Best of all, he is perfectly happy to be a band widow for another year -- something about taking my aggressions out on them instead of him, which I didn't really follow but it sounds like a plan to me. (-:
The red dress was a hit. The bass solo was cheered. All stuff was put away and everyone was sound asleep by 1:30 AM because we are all getting old.
The red dress got at least one reaction of "Oh my god, is that Diane?" -- in a GOOD way. It also got at least one reaction of "That's really scary" -- just the one to my face, and I chose to take it as a positive compliment and move on. To be fair, I don't think anyone in the band has ever seen my legs before. And I'm way out of practice on the make-up thing, so that could easily have been scary.
I got to meet the woman who is insane enough to be married to our lead guitarist. Dan's wife Kate is an absolute hoot. I dare say they deserve each other -- they are both wonderful people, but just a teensy bit mad. Dan and Stuart got along like a house on fire. Sadly they are both loud extroverts, so I didn't get to talk with Kate as much as I'd've liked. Somehow she got shanghaied into helping break down the equipment afterwards whereas Stuart didn't.
We played all 3 sets, every single song we had planned. Our main singer went missing for several hours but in the end he (and his wife, the emergency loaner Girl Singer) turned up just in time. People messed up from time to time in little ways, but we always recovered and that's the main thing. I actually only noticed a couple of mess-ups from Paul (main singer) in the first set, then later Jim (our nominal fearless leader) first attempted to outright SKIP "Brown Eyed Girl" and then screwed up the intro by not waiting for the bass. I am assuming there were other screw-ups of which I was not aware. I am also hoping that no one noticed the several times I screwed up! Reason number 43 for not giving me a microphone: so the entire audience will not hear me apologizing for things they didn't notice.
People cheered. People actually DANCED. I got to play the cowbell. Pictures have been taken. Jerry (our sound guy) has the patience of a saint, especially when it comes to accepting tear-down help from drunken clumsy people. My car is full of other people's stuff. And boy am I tired.
I have actually thanked
stuartc for bringing me to this strange place with these strange people. (Yes, he laughed at me.) Best of all, he is perfectly happy to be a band widow for another year -- something about taking my aggressions out on them instead of him, which I didn't really follow but it sounds like a plan to me. (-:
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Date: 2005-12-05 01:14 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-12-05 01:16 am (UTC)Congrats!
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Date: 2005-12-05 03:37 am (UTC)We may have to swap photos with our lead guitarist and his wife -- Dan (guitarist) is doing a great job of eclipsing me in most of these shots. There is at least one shot of me which is lovely apart from a too-well-lit guitar neck poking into the side of my head... )-:
On the bright side, my legs looked fantastic.
Love your choice of icon for this one by the way. (-:
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