Suckiness and stuff

Had a mini gig tonight. The Chamber of Commerce (I have no idea what a chamber of commerce is, by the way) was meeting at RCW and we had some of the teachers give little plugs for our classes. There was tai chi and dance and we were the taiko drummers, of course. It was just one song--my favorite with the most solid solo, but for some reason, my solo totally sucked tonight. Just couldn't pull it together. I blame it on the lights, which were flickering on and off, and the photographer guy who was flashing and getting all in our faces, and all those suits in the room. But no. I should have been more prepared. Or focused. Or, I don't know. I was totally not nervous about the song, but maybe a little fear is good. I've been performing that song for over 2 years now but I can't get cocky about it, I guess. Also tonight Janet made me talk. Yes, talk. Into a mic. In front of and to a bunch of people in suits. I spent a few minutes today going over what I wanted to say, but of course could not remember it. But I think I managed to say some coherent things. Talked about the song and my class. But I think I get all nervous and start sucking in too much air and get all out of breath. That happened last time. Or maybe I was out of breath. Eh. It's good experience though. Janet said nice things to me afterward so my ego is nice and puffy.

In other news, I've been reskinning one of the drums. It's going unbearably slow since I've been working on it in Janet's space and I have to schedule time to get in there. It's good to work there since I don't have to worry about our poor downstairs neighbor who can probably hear every sound I make, but slow. So slow.

Thanksgiving is next week, yo. I'm going to Vegas, and you know what they say: what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas. Or I think it would be more accurate to say that the money you bring to Vegas, stays in Vegas. It's all about Kino people. Yeah. And video poker.