At least the initial stage of the whole car accident thing is over - I've talked to everybody I need to talk to, I've transferred all the papers I need to, everything's cool there.
The show last night was pretty damn good. Slow, as pretty much all Monday shows are, but a nice crowd, and especially nice for me when
I did OK on song selection. Picking songs for suicide is, well, tricky. If people get songs they normally sing - at least, too many of them - they wonder what the deal is. Or at least, the rest of the group does.
If they get songs they don't know or can't do, well, I end up spending a lot of time looking for a different song.
Success, I've come to decide, is when people have to stretch a bit, but handle the song anyway.
Which comes to the "Oh, Shit" rule. If I put up a song, and I hear the singer quietly saying "Oh shit" on the mic, I know I've done my job.
Meanwhile,
I'll also have to stave off "She" from doing something stupid. Which is a fairly futile thing to try to do.
And to top it off, I just found out there's a mouse in my room. I don't know if it's the same mouse Mena's been trying to track down in hers, or if I have a giant mousy infestation. Which all is just wonderful. I need to get the cats back inside.