Post 2276
- 8 years and 162 days since I started this blog -
Daily Comment
The highlight of the past weekend was a singularly wonderful event, a surprise party celebrating the hours-old engagement of my nephew Dan and his long-time partner Brittany (the surprise was Brittany's, she didn't have advance notice of the proposal or the party).
The event was Sunday afternoon, and I'd had a gig the night before. I was subbing in a band I used to play with, Bradshaw Blues. It was a very enjoyable gig, mainly because I really, really enjoy playing with the drummer, Jim.
As a bass player, I have an automatic appreciation for good drummers, and Jim is one. He's also one of those really good people that everybody likes.
One downside was the short-sleep time I would get between the end of the gig and the four-plus hour drive to Manhattan for the party.
I did not get enough sleep, so, before the drive, I took a low-dose of dexedrine (from a prescription I got in 2006 for ADHD, that I never used because I hate the way speed makes me feel. The fact that I still have almost all the pills thirteen years later is a testament to that).
All went well, I was alert for the drive, which was, overall, very easy on a beautiful sunny day.
At the party, though, five hours later, I began feeling the speed in earnest. No appetite for the food, I chattered away. I had conversations with a number of Dan's friends on a wide variety of subjects.
One, especially, made me feel like we were long-lost brothers. A touring drummer approximately my age who had played with Buddy Guy. It turned out Dan had mentioned him to me before, but I thought he was talking about a different friend of mine, a native Chicagoan now in New Orleans, who had also played with Buddy, and all the Chicago bluesmen. The confusion was entirely mine.
We really hit it off, and I spent much of the party with him, doing the musicians' war stories thing. I met a couple who were very much interested in my Chiang Mai experiences, and I met another musician who did the music for Dan's short film. Of course, it was great seeing my sister and brother-in-law.
I tried to counter the hard edge of the speed with drinking, but the open bar and toasts and convivial times, I got a little drunk. When my gift-bottle of bourbon was cracked for a final toast, though, I got wasted.
Luckily, the only negative result was that I slightly pissed my pants before I could get to bed.
So it goes.
Just after midnight, I got a text calling for a Fool rehearsal, and that changed my plans for the day, and I canceled a visit with my brother and sister-in-law to drive home in time. Along the way, the Set/Resume switch on my cruise control broke.
About an hour-and-a-half from home, I got a message that the rehearsal had been canceled.
So it goes. Again. Always. Still grateful for my life, family, friends and music.
Food and Diet
The event was Sunday afternoon, and I'd had a gig the night before. I was subbing in a band I used to play with, Bradshaw Blues. It was a very enjoyable gig, mainly because I really, really enjoy playing with the drummer, Jim.
As a bass player, I have an automatic appreciation for good drummers, and Jim is one. He's also one of those really good people that everybody likes.
One downside was the short-sleep time I would get between the end of the gig and the four-plus hour drive to Manhattan for the party.
I did not get enough sleep, so, before the drive, I took a low-dose of dexedrine (from a prescription I got in 2006 for ADHD, that I never used because I hate the way speed makes me feel. The fact that I still have almost all the pills thirteen years later is a testament to that).
All went well, I was alert for the drive, which was, overall, very easy on a beautiful sunny day.
At the party, though, five hours later, I began feeling the speed in earnest. No appetite for the food, I chattered away. I had conversations with a number of Dan's friends on a wide variety of subjects.
One, especially, made me feel like we were long-lost brothers. A touring drummer approximately my age who had played with Buddy Guy. It turned out Dan had mentioned him to me before, but I thought he was talking about a different friend of mine, a native Chicagoan now in New Orleans, who had also played with Buddy, and all the Chicago bluesmen. The confusion was entirely mine.
We really hit it off, and I spent much of the party with him, doing the musicians' war stories thing. I met a couple who were very much interested in my Chiang Mai experiences, and I met another musician who did the music for Dan's short film. Of course, it was great seeing my sister and brother-in-law.
I tried to counter the hard edge of the speed with drinking, but the open bar and toasts and convivial times, I got a little drunk. When my gift-bottle of bourbon was cracked for a final toast, though, I got wasted.
Luckily, the only negative result was that I slightly pissed my pants before I could get to bed.
So it goes.
Just after midnight, I got a text calling for a Fool rehearsal, and that changed my plans for the day, and I canceled a visit with my brother and sister-in-law to drive home in time. Along the way, the Set/Resume switch on my cruise control broke.
About an hour-and-a-half from home, I got a message that the rehearsal had been canceled.
So it goes. Again. Always. Still grateful for my life, family, friends and music.
Today's Weight: 200.1 lbs.
Previous Weight (6/7/19): 200.8 lbs.
Net Loss/Gain: - 0.7 lbs.
Diet Comment
Food Log
Breakfast
4:55pm, at CoreLife Eatery:
Lunch
Skipped.
Dinner
1:45am: Pepperoni, manchego cheese and a Quest bar.
Liquid Intake
4:55pm, at CoreLife Eatery:
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| Korean BBQ Pork: Kale, Spring Mix greens, kimchi, cucumbers, spicy broccoli, Sriracha sprouts, fried egg, slow-roasted pork, and korean bbq sauce. Not shown, a scoop each of Gannon's chocolate PB and espresso chip ice cream. |
Skipped.
Dinner
1:45am: Pepperoni, manchego cheese and a Quest bar.
Liquid Intake
Espressos: 1; Coffee: 0 oz.; Tea: 0 oz.; Water: 48+ oz.; a bottle of Stella Artois beer and a shot of Tullamore Dew Irish whiskey.
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