Day 272: Delgado survived the Oregon Trail
Yesterday was a really fun night at Picasso's, except for the heat, the crushing heat, the heat that seeps into every fiber of your being and saturates you with sweat and makes you think you'll never again feel anything but slimy and sticky and gross, heat that makes it hard to breathe and hard to think and hard to interact with other people because you always worry that an accidental touch or even just the feel of the breath from their words near your ear might tick up that one remaining degree between barely surviving the temperature and collapsing from heat stroke.
But, you know, other than that it was fun.
Benny brought me the solid-body electric ukulele he's been building for me. Needs some adjustments to the head/nut, but I'm still really excited about it.
Also, got to play around with Samantha's brother's baritone uke a bit. Which made me realize that I needed to own one. Which made me check Amazon and discover I could get one for well within my impulse-buy price range. Which means I ended the evening owning two more ukuleles than I started the day with. I own seven ukuleles now and maybe that's still not enough ukuleles for me to own? I still don't have a resonator ukulele or a bass ukulele or a compact travel ukulele or a pineapple ukulele or a super high quality Koa wood ukulele made in Hawaii that cost me thousands of dollars, after all. I still have a ways to go before I achieve peak ukulele.
Day 272: Delgado survived the Oregon Trail
Yesterday was a really fun night at Picasso's, except for the heat, the crushing heat, the heat that seeps into every fiber of your being and saturates you with sweat and makes you think you'll never again feel anything but slimy and sticky and gross, heat that makes it hard to breathe and hard to think and hard to interact with other people because you always worry that an accidental touch or even just the feel of the breath from their words near your ear might tick up that one remaining degree between barely surviving the temperature and collapsing from heat stroke.
But, you know, other than that it was fun.
Benny brought me the solid-body electric ukulele he's been building for me. Needs some adjustments to the head/nut, but I'm still really excited about it.
Also, got to play around with Samantha's brother's baritone uke a bit. Which made me realize that I needed to own one. Which made me check Amazon and discover I could get one for well within my impulse-buy price range. Which means I ended the evening owning two more ukuleles than I started the day with. I own seven ukuleles now and maybe that's still not enough ukuleles for me to own? I still don't have a resonator ukulele or a bass ukulele or a compact travel ukulele or a pineapple ukulele or a super high quality Koa wood ukulele made in Hawaii that cost me thousands of dollars, after all. I still have a ways to go before I achieve peak ukulele.