I did not play very well last night. I was frustrated because I was splitting and fluffing notes all over the place. I can blame some of that on the girls who were dancing with very short skirts and showing there cotton covered lady allotments to one and all. I noticed that the Trumpets were struggling to and no doubt, for the same reasons. To be fair., for a wedding, it went well and most of the time someone was on the Dance floor. A buffet was provided as well by the resident caterers Ella and Sam (or was it Sam and Ella?)
I can always predict who in the Band will be first in the queue for the food and who, just before we are about to go back on stage, joins the queue???. The last one to the grub managed to quickly grab a samosa and prize it between his mouthpiece and lips as we kicked off with Moonlight Serenade. OK, there were bits of the Indian delicacy flying all over the Dance floor with every blow he gave, but he got it down him in the end.. Who said that blokes can't multi task.
Not sure what next week holds in store, as I have stopped looking at the Diary to see if we have work in. What I don't know I don't worry about.
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