So tonight was a fun day. I went to the orthodontist and got OFFICIALLY DISCHARGED.
For a point of reference, I got my braces on for the first time in third grade.
And while I was there, I'd taken my ukulele in to the office with me, because sitting in a hot car makes it go out of tune really fast. And they asked me to play it.
So I did.
And while I was playing, like everyone stopped what they were doing and watched.
And when I finished, they applauded.
Which was weir. But whatever, because it was also awesome.
And then I went to Eurydice rehearsal, where I was late.
After that, Melody, Baff, and I went to Party in the Park, where I juggled shakey eggs and we danced dramatically and we were almost decapitated by a flying disc.
Then we got bored of Party in the Park and drove over to town square and played music.
There were adorable kids who loved to watch us, and after they left there were a lot of people who wanted to talk to us and who applauded us at one point after we finished Poker Face.
Which was awesome.
But it was weir, because while a lot fewer people were ignoring us, and a lot of people were talking to us and listening to us, we made less money tonight.
I don't know how this works and I don't pretend to.
I'm not in it for the money.
I'm in it because I think it's really awesome to play music while more competent people play music so that random strangers think that I'm GOOD.
Also, we named our sort of group today. We named it Anderson Guiles.
Because Beth said it and I latched onto it.
Anyway, this is a weir post, I'm in a weir mood, and I totally want sushi.
Goodnight, my friends. I see you over there, kicking in the front seat. And goodnight, my friends sitting in the back seat. And my friends, by my right.
But not my friends by my left. You aren't really my friends. I actually hate you, and therefore you cannot sleep.