Jeni's Day Off

I took a float day today just in case I needed more time to finish my term paper, but it ended up being more like a sick day. Now, I have to call in sick so I can have a play day.

My band has a Thursday night house gig at Helen Fitzgerald's, which is great, but I never really get to let loose and have a few beers, because I always have to work the next day and I don't want to chance going into work with a hangover, since Friday is a nine-hour day. Not to mention, my band has been working every Thursday, Friday, and Saturday for the past three weeks. I have found that alcohol not only interferes with my energy level (well, duh, Jen), but I can tell a difference when I sing after drinking, since alcohol dries out the vocal cords. Anyhoo, I was planning on having more fun than usual and actually have a few beers, since I took today off and could sleep in. Thanks to my stupid head cold, however, those beers never happened and I have felt like crap all day anyway. I also lost my voice during the last set, thanks to my cold, and I have been trying all day to get it back for tonight. I think I'll be okay for a little while tonight, at least I hope I will be. Well, enough of my whining. It just pisses me off. It is hard to pretend you give a shit whether or not people are having a good time when you feel like crap. I also hate trying to yell over booming club music, too. Oh yeah, there was this obnoxious drunk guy, who took it upon himself to just sit on the stage and try to yell out song titles to me. I was in no mood to deal with this douche bag, so I was like, "Hey, if anyone needs a place to sit down, come on up and sit on the stage like this guy!" The asshole continued to try to talk to me. I have in-ear monitors, which are great, especially in these situations, and I was like, "Dude, I can't here a word you're saying." Then I tried to make him a part of the show and sat down next to him and started singing to him. Finally, I stood up and used my foot to nudge him off the edge of the stage. He made an ass of himself. I was complimented on how well I handled him. Do not mess with a woman on the rag with a cold. That's all.