THE BIG GIG
Today is the day of the party, and the band is going to rock the house! First though, they need to pack up all their gear and get it into the truck. So far, they've been packing up and moving equipment for over an hour now, and still nothing is in the truck.
They kind of remind me of a road construction crew. You know, one guy working and four others standing around shootin' the shit watching him. At this rate we should get there by showtime at 8:00 pm.
Rock On!
PRIORITIES
So, the band has only two slim hours to practice, and they spend the first 45 minutes laughing, whooping, hollering, and fiddling with their equipment. Then a few decide to jump on the trampoline. Finally, they get down to business and play two great original songs, FAST . . . LOUD . . . AWESOME.
Then, they emerge from their lair, and notice a couple of nice middle-school aged girls at my front door searching in vain for a pepperocini, and peice of fake grass from a sushi container, and a pair of purple socks. Yes, a scavenger hunt. I have none of those items, but I do have curious young bucks who immediately take to their skateboards in pursuit of female groupies.
Time is ticking . . . . .
YAY! IT'S FRIDAY!
Let's get happy. A couple of jokes floating around the internet:
Question: What is George W. Bush's position on Roe v. Wade?
Answer: He really doesn't care how people get out of New Orleans.
And, from Bill Maher on "Real Time":
"Michael Brown, the head of FEMA has been relieved of his command. He has been asked to return to Washington immediately. He is expected to arrive in about a week."
As Mr. B says, "SMILE!"
GO FIGURE
Well, the Evil Witch next door has gotten the better of us. HARRUMPH. Apparently, while the band was playing and I was busy rejoicing in my heh, heh, hehs, she was busy calling the LAPD.
We pulled up into our driveway this afternoon after picking up TGG from his bus stop, and our 87 year old darling neighbor Bonnie was waiting in her driveway. I realized immediately that she wished to speak with me, so I bee-lined over to her. She said she just wanted to warn me that yesterday the police had come to my house just after I'd left, and she had spoken with them. There had been complaints about the loud music on Saturday, and Bonnie told them that she THOUGHT NOTHING OF IT. In fact, she told them that not only did it not bother her, she thought these boys ought to be able to play their music that their music teacher was expecting them to work on and record in his studio. She said, after all, it's not like they are playing in he middle of the night or something. :-)
Well . . . . .
LAPD showed up again today, just five minutes after Bonnie warned us of their prior visit. TGG and I met Officer Ragsdale, and had a lengthly conversation. Bottom line, he wants us to mediate with the Evil Witch, otherwise, it will go to civil court. Bah humbug.
TGG insisted upon taking care of this himself. He wrote a letter to the Evil Witch apologizing for the noise, however, he told her that the band still needs to rehearse for upcoming shows, and requested her work schedule. He thought that they could plan rehearsals for when she is not home. We have not heard back from her.
Incidentally, I happened to see that the Evil Witch kept all of her windows open during the entire rehearsal. Curious. If the music is so upsetting, why wouldn't she close her windows? Go figure.
