it went well

That's what the husband said. (I know this announcement will cause hundreds of people to sigh in relief.) And now I can finally sit down and start revising chapter 11 which I've been putting off for a few days. I had a nice track record of 2-3 chapter revisions a week going. Not sure if I'll manage that this week. Worth a shot, but no rushing. Rushing makes you do shoddy work that I'll just have to fix in the next draft.



In the meantime, as I have nothing else really to say today and need to get to chapter 11, here are some pictures of the show I did with the Irish Arts Center band.

We played at a nursing home here. The pictures were all taken by my husband. They are fabulous to work with and if you live in New York and always wanted to learn the language or any Irish instrument, you should look them up. They have classes. Including dance.






Not that I'm a good sales pitch person here, but they really are a delightful group to sing with.




The only thing was on the very first song, I completely forgot the verse. It was my first time singing with them on the first song and there I am, blanking out completely right in the middle. They played the verse and I remembered the words and came in on the next go around.

I sat back down, humiliated and convinced they'd never invite me again. But it was far too late to go running from the room in tears. So there I sat, feeling like the biggest moron ever.

The rest of the show was great. Later, talking to one of the fiddle players about how I'd screwed up the first song she said, "Oh, I thought you put the instrumental verse in there on purpose."