Things that happen when you get older
Weddings are just one of those things. Since this weekend is Memorial Day, it seems a lot of people are having their wedding on Monday. Two friends of mine each have performance gigs with different weddings...and I'm no different--one wedding performance coming up! It's going to be good--I love the music, and I know the couple and the guitarist I'm playing with--good people.
It's kind of amusing though--the couple has just graduated from UT (so maybe 21, 22 yrs old), and the guitarist is 22 and also married. Me? Well, you know...
Anyway, so when I RSVP'd for the wedding rehearsal dinner in person, I was asked if I was bringing anyone. I could not, for the life of me, think of an appropriate someone to ask. Given that I know most of the wedding guests and couple and guitarist through HSL, I knew that if I did bring someone, it'd have to be a respectable decision, someone comfortable with the HSL vibe, and also someone who would want to eat at the Salt Lick, yum. I think I was marked down as flying solo after much inability to think of a name. A week later, I'm still undecided as to whether this is a truly bad situation or not...but really, I guess I don't care. Right now, I just hope to play the bridal procession music so well that I'll make myself tear up...but not ruin the music or the moment. Ooh, this is going to be fun.
It's kind of amusing though--the couple has just graduated from UT (so maybe 21, 22 yrs old), and the guitarist is 22 and also married. Me? Well, you know...
Anyway, so when I RSVP'd for the wedding rehearsal dinner in person, I was asked if I was bringing anyone. I could not, for the life of me, think of an appropriate someone to ask. Given that I know most of the wedding guests and couple and guitarist through HSL, I knew that if I did bring someone, it'd have to be a respectable decision, someone comfortable with the HSL vibe, and also someone who would want to eat at the Salt Lick, yum. I think I was marked down as flying solo after much inability to think of a name. A week later, I'm still undecided as to whether this is a truly bad situation or not...but really, I guess I don't care. Right now, I just hope to play the bridal procession music so well that I'll make myself tear up...but not ruin the music or the moment. Ooh, this is going to be fun.