I’m returning home today. Planned arrival time at Bradley is 1:40pm. Hopefully, the flight will offer me enough time to polish off the last few completely confusing problems that I must do for my dynamics class. Working and Schooling isn’t usually a tough combo. But travel has a special way of making academics annoying.
Thankfully I got some fun time on this trip. Monday night I went out to a cajun place with The Dave. We discussed 8 of Bass reunions and had general texas good times. General texas good times include: large racks of bbq ribs and discussions of places other than Texas.
I can’t wait to get home.
I also smashed my travel guitar. It was not a purposeful, nor awesomely rockful, smash.
It’s not destroyed, and probably fixable. but I’m bummed.
Worrying about fixing your guitar post-smash sorta takes away from the allure and rockness.
But I feel your pain.
I’m sorry to hear your guitar is in need of some medical care. It sucks to be short an instrument. I hope it isn’t too difficult or expensive to fix. I’m sure it looks forward to future rock-outs once it has healed.