Friday, Saturday, Sunday (And It's Monday Again!)

Great weekend, slave to the grind again.

(Warning: unexpected super long post!)

Friday:

The weekend started off with a bang on Friday night. Met up with a long-lost friend of ours whom we haven't seen for years. Mr. Toads (yes, plural) has just returned from down under after being there for 6 years or so. Now armed with a Masters and Mrs. Toads in tow, he's still the same person we knew years ago and it seemed like we've never lost contact before. It helps that Mr. Toads is getting a new puppy (a dobbie from Slovenia, oh man) and Mrs. Toads has three dogs (a rottie, an oversized beagle, an oversized-but-supposed-to-be miniature fox terrier). Animal lovers are good people! It's been proven!

Oh, prior to that on Friday afternoon, i got an sms from an acquaintance asking if i wanted to join his band for a paying pub gig. Three nights per week, 100 bucks per night, pretty good money i would say!! Imagine earning another 1 grand on top of my day job salary! If i didn't have a day job, i'd say yes without hesitation. But it doesn't really help that the three nights are Monday to Wednesday and the last set of the night will probably end around 1am or later. Very rock la, to be holding a day job and playing music at the same time, but i doubt i'll be able to cope with it. Youth is not exactly on my side anymore. Still, i told them i'll think about it. Maybe i'll just play one night per week. We'll see.

People have started referring to me as Mrs. Heng and they use "husband" when referring to Daniel. Subconsciously, i think i'm also starting to be more responsible to him than i ever was (not that i wasn't before this). When the pub gig was being offered, my initial reaction was actually "Oh no, then Daniel must stay so late with me! How he go work tomorrow?!", knowing that he would definitely be there to play chauffeur to me and see me home safely, RATHER than thinking "Oh no, i have to work in the morning!". I think i'm more or less getting used to the fact that i will be a married woman soon. So yeah, I've passed my expiry date, argh!!! No more being able to have a boyfriend and be known as someone else's girlfriend! Haha!

Saturday:

Saturday was a mad rush because i forgot i was supposed to have an audition at OB. It went okay methinks, except that i couldn't really decide which part of my face i wanted the mic to point at. I usually notice keyboard brands when i play (so i can diss them all and claim my silver beast is the best), but i was too nervous to even look at anything! Thank God the keyboard played well and it didn't screw up on me. Billy Koh's the same as you see him on tv. Very calm and collected, very professional. He even asked me if the pedal's okay and if i needed to transpose. These are my 2 major worries all the time, by the way. Thank you with love, hugs and kisses to whoever invented the sustain pedal.

The rest of the saturday was a bit depressing, won't elaborate. In trying times, we'll just have face up to whatever tribulation Life has to offer us with optimism and strength, both for ourselves and for the people who love us. No one said Life would be a bed of roses (not even Bon Jovi, he just wants to lay down on one, that's all).

Sunday:

Baybeats to catch ETC (Lennat's band) and Page (Dhalif's band). Met another long lost friend who used to be in a band with us. Strangely, he looked younger than i remembered him to be! I couldn't recognise him (no, not even his signature big, wide grin) until his instrument gave him away. Good thing he passed us his card so i can find out where the fountain of youth resides.

Anyway, ETC played a good set (much better than at Historia) and Page blew me away (albeit the fact that all the band members were rather quirky and Dhalif is probably the only normal one).

(Mental note: Must remember to throw picks from stage and let people catch if the opportunity arises.)

It is my secret dream (now not secret, cos i'm saying it la) to wield my axe in front an audience. I've wielded my ivory keys (steinway some more!) at VCH last May so i've striken that off my list of "things to do before i turn 35". I'll probably play something on the guitar during the wedding dinner and pay people to catch my pick when i throw it. It's after all MY wedding dinner and people will probably be too engrossed in eating or too drunk to care. I'll just use my Jem that ONCE and then it can go back to collecting dust in the case again. Hurhur.

It'll be good if me and Dan can play the guitar together because if my memory hasn't failed me, the last time we actually played together was 8 years ago. We played blues somemore, gross! We later went on to being in the same band playing various stuff, but never again was there double-axe-action! Considering the fact that Dan had so many gorgeous ones (guitars, not women i hope) in and out of his life, sometimes multiple at a time, it's really a shame that i didn't steal more than the Gibson. Haha! Eh, i paid for it, mind you (a ridiculously low price though).

That about sums up my weekend. And intermittently but ever so often, i'm bitching about stupid *E* 's ban. What's the freaking rational? I can probably justify their decision to ban smoking (cigarettes) but shisha too?! Thank God i'm not into shisha nowadays or i'll freaking throw kebabs at freaking N**. It's as good as banning satays or the burning of joss sticks and joss paper? Makes no bloody sense to me.