Hmmmm...

Yesterday was weird. I came home after the gig at "Tour de Palm Springs" and watched TV while starting the new afghan project. I'm just going to have to be happy with it being a little larger than it is supposed to be. Which isn't necessarily a bad thing, except that I may run out of yarn before it is done. But the yarn is soft and warm, which is what will make it so nice. I already screwed up on the first square, had to pull it all out as there is no saving it (due to the drop stitches that are impossible to rewind around the working needle). I did finally finish the square, although it has one slight flaw. One of the stitches dropped off the needle prematurely, and although I put it back on & worked it, it did not wrap correctly around the stitch. So if you look very carefully, you will see the one knitted stitch making a bar instead of what the others look like. But I'm cool with that; the Navajo would always make an error in their blankets because only the gods are perfect and man must remember to be humble.
I had an early dinner (leftover pasta) and headed over to Streetbar for Dick's (the owner) birthday celebration. The chorus agreed to sing "When I'm 64" as part of the musical line-up. I got there around 1845, after parking all the way down Arenas and walking back, just to find only Gordon, a fellow bass, there. It turns out that Alan wanted everyone there at 1830, and when there was only 7 singers, he got upset and sent everyone away. He did not want to promote our upcoming concert with a small number of singers. I think it's BS; doesn't matter how many singers are there, just as long as the sound is good. What is it with gay guys and size anyway? Anyway, it seems like it was mismanaged as the chorus could not enter the bar to sing. They were already at maximum capicity and could not allow anyone else into the bar (due to fire code). So we would have had to sing from the patio (or sidewalk!) Like, who could of heard us from there anyway? I hung out with Gordon for awhile, and then headed over to Rainbow for a draught and to listen to Lori DeNato (sp?) sing a couple of songs. Oh, well...
I really need to rest my legs as my knees are starting to feel better. All this parking and walking downtown is not what "the doctor" ordered. Sometimes I feel so torn...