Last day of work before vacation!
In what may be the most regrettable action of his life, David gave me a set of electronic drumsticks that you can play in the air for the holidays. Now instead of conversation or at least good music, all he gets when he comes over is the sight of me having a funk-induced seizure in the corner. Last night, I drummed along to everything (my stereo, David talking, Sophie and Picasso screeching, police sirens) and now my arms are jelly. But I love them so much that I plan to take them home so I can spice up the everyday sound effects of the Detroit metropolitan area. Watch out.
Speaking of Michigan, I’ll be there Friday…so give me a call if you’re around. I’ll be back on the 2nd with a resolution to run more, stop being so emotionally compromised by idiots, and punctuate every action with a sweet air-drum solo.
Happy holidays!