Hump day

I totally meant to post Monday, then I totally meant to post yesterday. Oh, well. This weekend was fun, but was not without its snafus - I'm totally laughing at myself about all the stuff that went just a little wrong. Here's what transpired:

Saturday morning/afternoon I had a great, long CCC rehearsal. From 10-12:30 we worked on music for our Carols by Candlelight concerts in December, and after that small group of us who were doing a Sunday afternoon gig ran through music. Now, we were supposed to rehearse from 12:30-1:30, although I figured we'd run longer. At 2pm we were almost finished, but I still really needed to leave because of the Saturday evening mass I was singing.

So at 2pm I leave rehearsal, drop someone back off at her house, go home, change, pick up my music for church, scarf down a snack, and then I'm off to mass. Trey is making great progress at home, and everything is good.

Mass goes well, and when I'm done I start to drive home and call Trey, who tells me that a transformer box for our building blew up and we have no power (went out at 5:45ish), but he's already called our friends and we're going over there for dinner instead. I get home and he's got stuff started and we finish making our portion of dinner/appetizers by candlelight, which is actually a lot of fun. We go over to our friends' and have dinner, get home around 1, and determine that our power had come back around 11pm. This is go news, as it means that we won't have to throw away anything in the fridge or freezer.

Sunday morning I get up, go to sing 11am mass in Lombard and that goes well (I had a GREAT lesson last week and feel like I've sounded glorious ever since). I come home, change for my afternoon gig, pack lunch to eat in the car, and leave again. I have directions, and I'm all set.

So then, I'm driving and a half mile before I'm supposed to turn onto the road the gig site is on, the road I'm on closes for construction. I've still got 15 minutes until call time, so I'm fine. I do the next logical thing and turn on the street prior to where the road I'm on closes, figuring that I can just drive around the other way...then I realize the town I'm in has not been set up in a grid, rather the streets are winding and there are several one ways and I have no idea where I am.

I drive around for 10 minutes, and then I call someone and have them help me get to the gig site. I end up being 10 minutes late for call. The best part is that I'm wearing my formal concert attire (which is what the info e-mail said), but I walk in and everyone is in jeans and black tops. Apparently the new attire was decided upon after I left rehearsal Saturday. I figured any last-minute instruction would be sent via e-mail, as our conductor is famous for sending e-mails about gigs after some of us need to leave our houses to get to said gigs, so I even checked my e-mail. I felt like a moron.

So gig goes well despite me feeling like an idiot, and I go home and Trey and I have a nice evening. I, however, always spend some time Sunday evenings cleaning out my purse & backpack to get ready for the upcoming week, and this past Sunday was no different. Somehow, during the course of my doing that, I threw away my check from the Saturday mass. Yup. Threw it away, into the garbage can in the kitchen. Trey was nice enough to take out the garbage later Sunday night, and of course our garbage guys come on Mondays. *smacks self*

Anyway, I'm laughing at myself, and figuring that I had so many little things go wrong this weekend, they ought to go pretty well for a while. :-)

So, back to work for today. Later this week, I have a funny Oma story as well. I just figured y'all could only handle so much at once!