It was a Sunday I'll not soon remember. Some stuff happened, and I missed band practice. I don't miss band practice very often, which is to say, almost never. I simply thought Kris was in Tacoma and he's not. Duh. Tomorrow we will make up for it. It isn't as if I held any sort of "irreproachable" status with regards to attendance, but a recent tardy on my record will certainly thin the ambient atmosphere of seriousness regarding band practice attendance. It's hard to lecture someone about being on time when you've just accidentally blown off band practice, especially since my attitude about it has been that the actual fact of being or not being at practice is the most salient point, and excuses were implied, and didn't need to be stated. I still think this is a good way to look at things. Whether or not you have a good excuse, the end result is the same. Therefore, the excuse is mostly irrelevant to the issue at hand. It may ease social tensions or create sympathy, but we still fuckin' suck at playing music. Ya know? Ignorance in particular is not even a sympathy-worthy reason to not be at practice. Duh I'm an idiot and stuff.

Other than that, the night was OK. Kris came over, after it became clear that we wouldn't be practicing, we hung out with Abha, who was visiting (for one day) from MI, and sat around eating cheap snacks at Charlie's. We discussed music, cars, and the very wacky metaphor Ed used to explain IP transit providers to 80 yr. old investor women on the train ride up. "Ok, so there are these robots driving cars down the roads, and the robots can only know about houses. The houses are at the ends of the roads, and each house screams out its address..."

Conference call first thing monday. Sleep happens now, or else stupid happens later.