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the wind, the wedding, and hell's angels 9-1-'o1: 7:05pm i woke up this morning thinking that i am the human form of the relationship curse. it seems like not only do i have trouble keeping functional relationships with people myself [ against my will. most of the time, i don't know what i do to make it go wrong...what do i do?! tell me! ], but the raging windstorm outside proved that i am a curse to others...as i was to play an outdoor wedding. outdoor wedding+windstorm=bad. i got a c- in trig and i can still tell you that much. anyway, the wind raged on like something out of a gigantic hairdryer all day, right up until i reached "elegant gardens"...the location of the wedding. a very lovely place...hard to find, though, seeing that the only thing near that is even close to saying "elegant gardens" is a sign that says "nail elegance", a nail salon that is contained in the house on the grounds. as we walked to the back, where the wedding was being held, we got a request from a member of the wedding party. "you guys know the theme from rawhide?" mmmmhm. it's in our folder, right between "the hey song" and "theme from shaft". once we were all there, ryan told us all about the current situation with there being a cop every two blocks. apparently, the hells angels are in town for labour day. she works at the bike shop, and told us all about it...where they're staying, et cetera. she had explained it to me yesterday, and i saw many pass by last night as i sat at my computer doing html editing. "they're kinda like the biker mafia," ryan explained to kiri, "they do drugs, they kill people...you know." ryan's nonchalant tone was a squeamish kind of amusing...you know, like when someone gets kicked in the nuts and you laugh about it even though you know that guy is about to pass out. a guilty kind of entertainment. a short time before, we had seen richard, the disgruntled wedding planner that had been our main source of amusement at the hour-and-a-half rehersal the night before. it's not like he really did anything that entertaining...that was just it. he just sat there, with this look on his face that said...well, lots of things. that's where we came in. "this is stupid," kiri said, mimicking his expression. "i hate weddings." "dude, i wish they would just hurry up already, i'm missing the game," ryan added. "where's the keg? i don't see any keg. they tricked me!" i joined in. "that game better not be over when i get home or else i'm charging extra." and so on. and miraculously, the wind died down right as we started prelude. maybe i'm not so cursed after all. the only hitches in it all [ haha oh man think about that one for a minute. i'll make a swell band director ] was that i totally screwed up my solo in "alleluia" and then, we had to play hornpipe four times before all the bridesmaids were up to the front. yeeikes. the wind, however, did not pick up for the rest of the ceremony...which was good because otherwise, the water plume from the pool would have soaked the bride's side. wouldn't that have been beautiful. and we were told as we left that they were very dissapointed that we didn't play the theme from rawhide. will have to buy that before our next gig. "and we'll get some tunes out of the pep band folders...hey!" i exclaimed, "richard would like that, huh?!" ←/ b a c k w a r d / f o r w a r d /→ |
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