Attention Weather Gods, RE: Your Total Suckage
Seriously. This morning was unnecessary. I got up early so I could load my gear into the car for tonight’s gig. Getting up earlier than my usual 5:50 AM alarm is already pretty gruesome, and having to load gear extra early is un-fun. But the torrential downpour was an exclamation point on a run-on-sentence-of-morning-lame-osity. Trying to wrestle my bass cabinet into the back seat isn’t fun under the best of circumstances. It takes a lot of wiggling and shoving and leveraging and takes several minutes. But I succeeded. So now I have a wet bass cabinet in the back seat. I’m sure it’ll look like a tropical rain forest inside the car when I leave for the gig this afternoon. According to mythology, the weather gods typically live on mountaintops and in cloud castles. This is to avoid feedback from mortals. If I could get my hands on the deity of precipitation, I’d give him a fearsome wedgie.