Hung over

I am feeling a little fragile following on from my musical birthday party last night in First Life. My friends Tony, Tom and Terry helped me to provide the music. Costello sang a lovely version of ‘The first cut is the deepest’ and later in the night Cat played a little bit of mandolin, drawing upon her knowledge of violin fingering. The music started around 8 p.m. and went on until around 2 a.m. when the guests left. At this point, I should have gone to bed. However, having had quite a few glasses of wine over the course of the evening, I became obsessed with the idea of playing music through the night on into the dawn in First Life. I logged into Second Life and advertised within my group, Fyrmusica, that I was playing an impromptu gig at Terra Fyrmusica. Woody and a couple of others turned up and I played on for a very long time. I think I finished at around 7 a.m. Woody found out for me that the dawn in the UK was at 8.15 or there abouts. So I didn’t make it through to daylight but I do feel that it was an impressive achievement. Only later today, Sunday, did I discover that I had woken somebody up who was sleeping in the house, by playing my guitar; apparently they checked the time and it was around 4.30 a.m.

I have paid for my pleasure of yesterday, today. I slept right through into the afternoon and woke up with a disgustingly thick head. Drinking water, making frequent trips to the bathroom, and taking further naps more or less sums up my existence over the past few hours. Still, playing through the night was something I felt that I just had to do at the time. I’m starting to feel a bit better now at 5.45 p.m. UK time and soon I will get ready for my 11 a.m. (SLT) show at Cascadia Harmonics. Somehow, I suspect the gig will be more laid back than high-energy this week.

Before I go, a quick word about the Harold theme. Another drawing is planned but I want to do it in dip pen and India ink. This may take me some time to do, so there may be several days before I return to the question of Harold.
Bye for now, my dear blogophiles.

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