A "MURPHY" DAY
Last Tuesday was a "Murphy" day for me. Forces out of my control were ever so pushing "Murphy's Law" on me (anything that can go wrong, will go wrong). It started with me not going to work. I just didn't feel up to it so I stayed home. Normally this would be a good thing since my home, my room in particular, is my haven. Too bad I had to step out of it.
I accompanied Tito during the afternoon to pick up a prescription at Cardinal Santos. We ended early and decided to go to the Pancake House right across the badminton court and kill time there. So far so good. Wolfing down my order and enjoying it was the last good thing to happen that day. During that meal, we got an SMS from Jay saying that Capone's wanted us to play acoustic. Great! That was our only full-band gig and now they made it acoustic. Back to the cajon. I look forward everyweek to Tuesdays only for the sole reason that I get to play drums. Fine! I'm a pro.
At the court my game wasn't going very well. Shots that I'd normally ace I was missing. Bad. It was so frustrating that there were several instances where I wanted to throw my racket. Normally I'd shrug something like that off but for some reason that day I was affected by it. Getting mad only made my game even worse. Step away.
Hit the shower and get ready for Capone's. As I check my clothes for the gig I see that I didn't pack my pants! Crap! I was supposed to be wearing them already from the office so I didn't pack it in my badminton bag. Panic! Tito and James were kidding me to wear shorts to Capone's. I actually thought about it but thought otherwise because of the Cajon. Good thing I have friends that live near by. I ended up borrowing Art's pair of jeans (they actually fit better on me than my own, must remember the size and the cut....).
At Capone's everything is just fine. Nothing untoward. So I thought that's it. My bad luck is over. Ha! As Tito dropped me off at my place I realized I didn't bring my keys! And the hits keep rolling on! I was locked out of my place at four in the morning. Luckily my brother was still awake and I got him to open the door. Man that day sucked. I told my self to just head straight to bed and go to sleep. God-for-bid something else happens.
I accompanied Tito during the afternoon to pick up a prescription at Cardinal Santos. We ended early and decided to go to the Pancake House right across the badminton court and kill time there. So far so good. Wolfing down my order and enjoying it was the last good thing to happen that day. During that meal, we got an SMS from Jay saying that Capone's wanted us to play acoustic. Great! That was our only full-band gig and now they made it acoustic. Back to the cajon. I look forward everyweek to Tuesdays only for the sole reason that I get to play drums. Fine! I'm a pro.
At the court my game wasn't going very well. Shots that I'd normally ace I was missing. Bad. It was so frustrating that there were several instances where I wanted to throw my racket. Normally I'd shrug something like that off but for some reason that day I was affected by it. Getting mad only made my game even worse. Step away.
Hit the shower and get ready for Capone's. As I check my clothes for the gig I see that I didn't pack my pants! Crap! I was supposed to be wearing them already from the office so I didn't pack it in my badminton bag. Panic! Tito and James were kidding me to wear shorts to Capone's. I actually thought about it but thought otherwise because of the Cajon. Good thing I have friends that live near by. I ended up borrowing Art's pair of jeans (they actually fit better on me than my own, must remember the size and the cut....).
At Capone's everything is just fine. Nothing untoward. So I thought that's it. My bad luck is over. Ha! As Tito dropped me off at my place I realized I didn't bring my keys! And the hits keep rolling on! I was locked out of my place at four in the morning. Luckily my brother was still awake and I got him to open the door. Man that day sucked. I told my self to just head straight to bed and go to sleep. God-for-bid something else happens.
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Thursday, January 27, 2005.
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