Well, I'm singing at Summerfest.
That may not mean much to some of you, but it's kind of cool (and even more scary) for me.
Summerfest is an art fair that happens here every summer. It's one of my favorite things about living here. It's not all that different from art fairs in other part of the country (the same booths where artists sell paintings, woodwork, handmade jewelry, etc., the same fair food, and random musicians performing throughout the day and evening), but for me there is something special about it. I can't really put my finger on what it is.
Anyway, I never planned on performing there, but a co-worker of mine was put in charge of the music this year and he asked me to perform. I'm nervous about it, because it will be the first time I've ever done anything like this before. Fortunately, I'm scheduled for a time in the middle of the afternoon, when the crowd will (hopefully) be fairly thin. I'll be playing the guitar and singing which is not my usual (or preferred) form of performance. (My usual is to sing one or two songs with a pianist as part of a banquet or wedding or funeral or something) So, I'm hoping to do it on a kind of casual basis. We'll see how it all comes out I guess.
I don't have too much else to report. Last night Eric and I went back to the rec center. He beat me on the treadmill competition, AND also when we came home to play Pac-man (which we got for our wedding). I've got to find something that I can do to salve my ego with him, and soon. He really should be able to win everything, now, should he?
(I suppose I am better at crocheting--but it's a small consolation)