So I think I mentioned how I found a really good drummer at CMU that I had been playing with. We had been both writing really cool stuff and working on playing White Walls by Between the Buried and Me. I said that I would post a video when we got a decent recording of it, so here it is. I couldn’t find anywhere other than Facebook that would let me upload a 13 minute long video, so it’s from Facebook.
THIS IS THE FACEBOOK VIDEO OF WHITE WALLS
Victor left two days before I did, so I had our room all to my lonely self for two days. It wasn’t really fun. I got everything packed up and stored and set for coming home, then I lugged my three suitcases to the airport, by myself. I would pull two forward about twenty feet, then go back for the third, all the way to ticketing/check in.
I had to shell out $100 to the lady checking my bags because both my checked bags were over 50 lbs. My carryon ended up not fitting in the overhead bins, so they checked that at the gate (sort of my plan all along because I didn’t want to pay another $50 to check a third bag…). Getting that bag through security was kind of fun… So I had a wah pedal and two other guitar effect pedals in the bottom of the suitcase that were really confusing the people at the x-ray check-in. When they asked me what I had in the suitcase, I had no idea, so I was like “uhh… lots of stuff?” They really liked that response, so they searched the bag. This was an extremely overstuffed bag to begin with, so they were just kind of impressed by it. The lady searching it called it “the mother of all bags” and told me that she hadn’t seen a bag like this in a long time. I was proud. She pulled out my wah pedal, identified it as a “wah wah pedal!”, and then she, too, was proud. My bag was deemed non-threatening, and I was allowed to go put my shoes on. Then, when she tried to fit it all back in, she gave up very quickly and let me do it.
The transition back to home life went reasonably smoothly… I get home, do some homey things like chilling on the couch watching TV, going to lift at the gym, and putting all my clothes away. Then, Monday morning, I had to take my sister to school. I put my car in reverse, and it jumps backwards, hard. Halfway down the street it jumps forward. It was acting strange. The light next to “D” in the shifter display was blinking, and the engine light was on. So I get her down to school, and take my car straight to the dealership fearful of an exorbitantly expensive transmission repair. Turns out, something (like a mouse..) had chewed through some of the wires to the solenoids in the transmission, and that’s why it was acting funny. A $220 repair is a lot better than a $1000 repair.
And then, at 4:00 that afternoon, I had a consultation with an oral surgeon about removing my wisdom teeth. We decided on an appointment for the next day (this morning) at 8:30AM. So we go in, they hook me up to an IV, and tell me to relax. A nurse took my pulse, and I woke up on my couch with gauze shoved in my mouth. The nurses and doctor said that I was really funny, and they all walked me out to my car. Of course, I don’t remember any of it. After being awake for a bit, I took an oxycodone, and got kind of loopy…
THIS IS A VIDEO OF ME BEING LOOPY
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