Remember that morning I woke up with a black eye. And no, I hadn't been in a fight. I just woke up hung over and black eyed. Maybe I punched myself in my sleep. I don't know what happened.
So no black eyes today but. . . wait. . . let's check things out a little here. . . ok. . . uh huh. . . yep. I am hung over. No doubt about it.
And you know those kind of hang overs that are weirdly OK. You're still a little bit tipsy so you feel fuzzy, clumsy, maybe even a little bit frisky.
Well I don't feel like that. This is a headache combined with neck and jaw pain (ostensibly from all those throw-the-head-back-laugh-out-loud moments I enjoyed last night). This is a mind-bracing clampdown of a hang over. I'm wearing a prickly skull cap of pain. Turning my head makes me queasy.
So the next thing to do is try to remember what I might have done to embarass myself last evening. OK, playing piano at the office Christmas party wasn't the smoothest move. I don't know how to play the piano. Not at all. The only thing I can do to a piano is strike a stacked fourth chord. Which is what I did. Repeatedly. McCoy Tyner would NOT be proud.
Yes the office party was obviously big fun. Great food and great drinks. Knob Creek whiskey flowed into Sierra Nevadas flowed into a shot of some high shelf tequila flowed into more Sierra Nevadas. And I think it was all the conversation about travel that inspired me to travel as a passenger from the office party to that place in the river market that has live music.
And from the way I feel today, that was a bad idea. But the music was good. I only caught two of Kerby's songs but the band sounded great and am I wrong or was that Kerby on the finger tap guitar solo?
And the Big Cats were superb in the way that forces of nature are superb.
And I am very hung over today.
Posted by Red Chuck at December 23, 2005 10:33 AM