3918 words to go. see? i started the paper!

concert went well. no major trainwrecks and i always enjoy playing with the dixie group even if the only jazz instrument i can manage is spoons. (and ouch! my legs are bruised!) a few christmas tunes, a few marches, i can play that concert in my sleep.

ooh, one little incident. we were about to stand to play a small trio for flute. a little christmasy thing, nothing fancy. so i look over at the two players next to me. yes, they are younger, young enough that they don't remember the 80s. gah! anyway, the one girl has a look of fear in her eyes. i figure it's nerves. i have been playing concerts longer than she's been alive. i am long past nerves, so i make a few witty and clever jokes. doesn't help.
then i see something glittering near the mouthpiece of her flute. something silver and dangly.
seems she has caught her earring on the lip plate of her flute (can't wait to see the google hits for that!) anyway, she can't get it unhooked so now she is kind of tied to her flute with her head tilted at an odd angle and looking at us, pleading for help.
what do we do? oh yeah. giggle. giggle like a little girl at a pajama party.
never fear. we saved her and the trio went on without a hitch. but hey, it was interesting for a few minutes there.

so i am home.
caffeine....check
endless supply of tunes...check
kids in bed....check...no wait....ok check...oh damn....ok CHECK, i said CHECK!

i am hoping for 8 pages tonight and then 8 pages in the morning. i have til 12:45 to get this baby done.

i just keep telling myself that the reward for this is never seeing that woman again. i may write extra!