So much for pride

 

           THURSDAY 5/12/22 1:15PM-I was trying to contact my friend Jeff  to ask him about me bringing my bass; but I can’t get in touch with him. So I’ll just take it anyway, just in case.
            I don’t see me bringing any of my other stuff because I have a strong feeling that the jam will take place inside and I don’t like that at all. I’d rather sit inside and watch than try to play through all that noise. But IF it happens outside, I wanna be ready.
4:56PM--It's trying to rain here. SueEl just called, she's taking the night off--she doesn't feel so good.
5:19PM--I got fairly psyched up to go to Hershey's, so I'm gonna go; possibly with just the Bass, or even empty-handed .As for what's in store for me this evening, *I* have no idea.
7PM-So here I am at Hershey’s, alone. I’m OK with that for now anyway. Clara said hello and I said hello back, that may end up being the extent of my social activity tonight. Ron just said hello while breezing by. As did One of the keyboard players. I didn’t forget his name, I just don’t know his name. One of the guys who was less than nice to me the last time I was here appears to be running things. His name is Matt.
Chris, The (mostly) heavy metal guitarist is here. He’s very good, I just don’t like the same style of music that he does. I don’t know if my chops are fading because of some medical reason or simple old age or perhaps it’s the fact that I don’t practice and/or play very much anymore. Or all three.
Mike Winters is here – he’s a good guitar player and quite tall. The guy I knew as leader of this jam, Steve, just got here.
         I guess Jeff is mad at me too. I THINK he knows I’m here--addendum: he said he ddidn't recognie me; I believe him.
9:00PM-I guess they’re taking a break; it’s the second one they’ve taken since I’ve been here. I wish I could walk with at least a little bit of swagger. But I dunno how to do that. Craig knows I’m here. Jeff is playing bass he just got here I think.I can’t afford it really, but I’m having some chicken. Gives me something to do. I WAS chatting with Barnaby he’s here alone. Another one of my detractors is here, oh boy. I think his name is Johnny.|
10:20PM-- Just got home...The recently married Cindy was at the Jam with former BF--Robert. While there, I had some fried chicken; *I* thought it was good. I gotta get the bass (and my other stuff) outta the car and back to the basement where the stuff belongs. I'm getting nervous about picking Dianne up at National; I'm very glad she's coming home in the early afternoon, when it's daylight. I think that decreases my chances of getting lost. And of course I can use the GPS if I need it.
12:26PM--now her flight is due at 2:20--maybe.
5:40PM--we got home from National somewhere between three and four o'clock. I didn't take a nap; not that I didn't want or need one, but more to find out if I could deliberately skip it. I guess I can, at least sometimes.
      As for this weekend, I dunno what we're doing. There was (briefly) talk about working on the basement tomorrow; I'll do that if she does it with me. There's lots and LOTS and LOTS of work to do down there.