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I am not drunk at work, I swear
Jan. 13th, 2012 10:19 amI feel weird. Really weird. Like...like I'm sorta drunk. And although I might have my own little issues with alcohol, I have never been drunk at work in my life. No, not even as a student employee. So this is disconcerting, to say the least. Between the back, the hip, the leg, and menstrual cramps, I've been in constant, noticeable pain (for me, that means pain over a value of 5) for three days now. The cramps even woke me and kept me awake for about an hour last night. I wonder if this drunken sensation is some sort of strange combo of exhaustion and endorphin response. Whatever it is, I could stand to do without it.
Drumming gig tonight, body. Shut the fuck up. We are doing this..
This is Egotista's first non-KCRF gig, and it's my first time playing with them only as a musician (not a dancer). Faire garb isn't appropriate for the theme/venue, so last Thursday we were discussing possible options that would give us some cohesion. I came up with the brilliant idea of vests--because as long as the vests were the same shape/cut from the same pattern style, it wouldn't matter if the fabrics or decorations matched. The vest style itself could be what pulled the look together.
Because it was my brilliant idea (and also I'm the most competent seamstress of the group), it fell to me to make the damn things. Monday evening I picked up the donated fabrics from Brayden (our fearless--and sometimes fearsome--leader) and started on the three sample sizes. Tuesday, we met up for a mid-week rehearsal and everybody tried on the vests so I could figure out who needed what sizes. Last night (Thursday), I distributed all eight completed vests to our last rehearsal before the show. That's some fine pressure-time sewing, there. Fine, indeed.
I was pleased and flattered by how much everyone liked the vests. I figured they'd be all "oh cool, it's a vest, dude." But no, people seemed honestly excited and happy about them. This makes me feel good. Egotista (a loose collective of about ten drummers and one guitarist) has really gone above and beyond when it comes to playing for me and the other two dancers at KCRF's Smoker. I'm grateful and honored to have been welcomed into their circle. Making these vests was, for me, a nice and subtle way to say Thank You, Egotista. For everything.
Click on the photo to go to a larger version on Flickr. I mean damn. Check out that group! Just looking at it makes me happy.
Not making me happy: The fact that I'm still feeling dizzy and unbalanced. Honestly. I. Feel. Tipsy. This is just so weird.
ETA: No, I don't think I'm unbalanced because of today's date. =b
Drumming gig tonight, body. Shut the fuck up. We are doing this..
This is Egotista's first non-KCRF gig, and it's my first time playing with them only as a musician (not a dancer). Faire garb isn't appropriate for the theme/venue, so last Thursday we were discussing possible options that would give us some cohesion. I came up with the brilliant idea of vests--because as long as the vests were the same shape/cut from the same pattern style, it wouldn't matter if the fabrics or decorations matched. The vest style itself could be what pulled the look together.
Because it was my brilliant idea (and also I'm the most competent seamstress of the group), it fell to me to make the damn things. Monday evening I picked up the donated fabrics from Brayden (our fearless--and sometimes fearsome--leader) and started on the three sample sizes. Tuesday, we met up for a mid-week rehearsal and everybody tried on the vests so I could figure out who needed what sizes. Last night (Thursday), I distributed all eight completed vests to our last rehearsal before the show. That's some fine pressure-time sewing, there. Fine, indeed.
I was pleased and flattered by how much everyone liked the vests. I figured they'd be all "oh cool, it's a vest, dude." But no, people seemed honestly excited and happy about them. This makes me feel good. Egotista (a loose collective of about ten drummers and one guitarist) has really gone above and beyond when it comes to playing for me and the other two dancers at KCRF's Smoker. I'm grateful and honored to have been welcomed into their circle. Making these vests was, for me, a nice and subtle way to say Thank You, Egotista. For everything.
Click on the photo to go to a larger version on Flickr. I mean damn. Check out that group! Just looking at it makes me happy.
Not making me happy: The fact that I'm still feeling dizzy and unbalanced. Honestly. I. Feel. Tipsy. This is just so weird.
ETA: No, I don't think I'm unbalanced because of today's date. =b