Oh, by the way, comic relief story:
I brought one pair of sticks with me. I should have brought two.
When I got there, I realized I really should have brought two. I mentioned this
to my wife. Then, they called me up. I saw the house drummer's sticks, so grabbed a couple of his and shoved them in my pockets. [in case I dropped a stick]
The house drummer was not pleased with this. I didn't think it was a big deal, but apparently, I broke some protocol. He looked very unhappy when I handed the sticks back to him. [I Did explain that I didn't use them and only had them in pocket for an emergency drop.] From many feet away, my wife could also see that he was less than pleased.
Whatevuh.
