The week at work was a complete joke from Wednesday on, so I felt good about going out last night. I only got in two songs (driving my brother to the airport took up too much time), and I'm sorry to say that my first song, "White Wedding," blew big chunks. But "The Lion Sleeps Tonight" redeemed me to some extent, and since it was not only my second but also my last song I'm glad it dispelled the cloud of humiliation. I did take a disco nap beforehand and I think it helped, although I wanted to sleep much later than I should have this AM.
Since I'm not working Monday, it looks like Sunday night at the Seawolf is now a possibility. Hurray!