I'm a poop-fessional muse-ick-sion!

My face has finally gotten used to playing several hours a day and I have the scars on my lips to prove it. Today was the first hard endurance test that I felt I actually passed. We did a total of 3 run-throughs of one of the theater production shows, a big band set on the promenade, and a series of fanfares introducing the ship officers, all while sweating my ass off in a tuxedo. The last theater set just finished about 30 minutes ago and I'm exhausted, but my lips lasted decently well all the way through to the end. I didn't whiff anything really obviously and I nailed my little two bar solo! My goal for next week is to actually play everything in tune and make it all sound good.

I have a theory that being a professional musician makes it difficult for a person to grow up. I turned around in the middle of the last theater set to see the musical director, who is in his 40's, killing zombies on his iphone and getting overly frustrated about a particularly tough zombie. This is the same musical director who joins right in when the rest of the band is talking about fucking Dom's (guitar player) mom. The word is she's a looker...or a hooker? I don't know anymore, I've lost track. On their own, everyone in the band is pretty cool, but their collective brand of humor is pretty fratty. This makes work a little boring, but at least the theater set has a couple of my favorite Ray Charles songs in it.

Tomorrow The Coasters are coming to play some of their old 50's hits. I think most of the original Coasters members are gone/dead, but at least one of these guys was directly involved with the original crew, whether or not he was a founding member.
Tomorrow is Cozumel, Mexico again and I'm pumped to eat some delicious food. YUUMMMM! It's time for bed. The Lord of the Rings will be my bed time story. Nighty night y'all!