...your fingers hurt at the ends. This weekend I played bass at a wedding. Only it wasn't a wedding, it was a blessing of a union. Unconventionally in Catholicism, a forthcoming union - the couple are to marry in a couple of weeks in Mexico. The music seemed slightly dry during rehearsals, but the congregation clapped along and sang with enthusiasm, and playing for them was a real pleasure. The reception was also a pleasure to play at, and the jazz stylings we attempted seemed to go down well. Jean and Jasbeth were very gracious hosts, and will make a wonderful married couple.
My only complaint was that, at the end of the evening as I went to leave, my clutch cable snapped, and I had to wait more than two hours for the RAC to come and put on a temporary one. They did an excellent job though, as my clutch seemed to work in a way no other clutch does, and they still managed to put it all together fine. I got home by midnight, driving the car I left in. Now all I have to do is convey my concern and mild distaste to the man who lent me the car, my brother...
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