Another year, another lowering of the bar that is my tolerance for alcohol.
I woke up this morning completely hungover, at about 8:15AM, to the crying of my almost-11-month-old daughter Addison. Actually I’m not so sure it was Addie that woke me up or my wife, Emily, who basically tapped me awake and asked if I was going to get the baby. Sure, no problem, I’m just hungover from the night before. (Yes, I know that’s my fault but… hungover is hungover, and is that really the state I should be in when picking up my daughter, changing and feeding her in the morning?) I decided to tough it out… for all I knew (and I was right), Em had been up nearly the whole night making sure I was alive. Okay, fair is fair. And, on top of that, I really couldn’t remember anything that had happened by the time we got home from the New Year’s Eve party, so who knows how bad it was?
Though, I will say, Em and I agreed that I’m no longer to drink hard liquor. At least, not in a party setting. It’s not that I can’t handle it, it’s that I’m really a beer drinker (the good stuff – craft beers), so I really don’t need to be jumping back and forth like that.
Anyway… I changed Addie’s diaper and fed her, and then played with her for a while, even though I could barely keep my eyes open and was very nauseated, and nursing a bit of a migraine and dry mouth. We eventually went up to Addie’s room and laid on the open futon for a bit, and I think we both passed out briefly, but Addie decided to start screaming at what was, apparently, quarter after 11 or so. That was according to Emily, who finally got up and took Addie for a bit. I asked for a little bit of time to lay down, as I was just not feeling good – understandably. So I took a tiny little nap (not much sleeping) and when I finally got up, Emily gave me an ibuprofen and suggested I take a shower. This had to have been around 1PM or so. I got up, drank some water, swept the bathroom floor of kitty litter (four cats and not one of them any manners), shaved, started the shower, and suddenly had to puke. It actually felt good – like I had been trying to do that all day. I finally got in the shower and stayed in there for a bit just to regain my senses, which seemed to come and go while I was in there. Finally, confident I could come out, I did.
I thanked Emily for taking care of me the night before, finalized babysitting plans for the 3rd (with Tim Todd’s aunt – Emily and I will be meeting up with my prospective new manager and longtime friend David Brewington, his wife, and some other friends we haven’t seen in a while to get some dinner and hang out in Nashville), and after Emily had finished with packing up some Christmas decorations we left for the Rivergate Mall in Madison (or Hendersonville, depending on how you prefer it), to try and meet up with my sister at Dillard’s (where she works) to deliver Christmas gifts to her for my nephews. Unfortunately, she wasn’t there – she apparently called out, which Emily says is the second time she’s done that when we were supposed to meet up with her. Nonetheless we managed to take the opportunity to go to Macy’s and exchange a shirt my mother-in-law had given me for Christmas for a smaller size.
When we got back from the mall, Emily finished work on her edit for another audio book she’s doing (one of the many freelance things she’s currently doing), while I watched Addie. We also watched an episode of Friends on Netflix. Finally – Friends is on Netflix! Em then gave Addie a bath while I worked on some end of year finance things in Quickbooks to prepare for taxes and all, and soon thereafter Addie passed out and was put to bed by yours truly.
To finish up the evening, Emily and I went through our listing of festivals that we had researched to submit her short film Are You Listening to. She had essentially created a list of the ones she wanted to do, and I had already used Without A Box to put many others on a watch list for deadlines. A few of our choices crossed over and we settled on, for now, the Sunscreen Film Festival in Florida, which I attempted to submit to but for some reason it didn’t go through. I decided I’d check in the morning just to make sure a double-submission didn’t occur on my next attempt. This would be joining our submission into the Nashville Film Festival, which we won’t hear about until February or March. Though Emily paid for the NFF submission herself, we have already received over $100 in donations from generous supporters, so we are planning to do the rest of our submissions that way. We had intended originally to go through Indiegogo, but since it was clear to us that friends and family would be the main people submitting, we didn’t need Indiegogo and their 15% pay-cut to simply ask for donations on our site. We’ll see how that moves forward. It’s also something for me to consider as regards what I’ll be doing to raise funds for my album.
Speaking of which, I still haven’t determined if I will use my $50 Amazon gift card for the Alesis i04 or not. On the surface it has everything I want, and it’s affordable. At the same time, it’s discontinued and isn’t getting great reviews.
As the last few days have been a blur and today in particular was rather rough, for obvious reasons, I haven’t got much done in the way of music. I am, however, starting the review process with my listening feedback private group on Facebook tomorrow, so we’ll see how that goes. The issue right now remains money, more than anything, to be able to have the people I need to make this happen. I did meet a gentleman named Ben last night that knows a lot of musicians, gave me his digits and said to call anytime I need someone. So we’ll see what that looks like.
But, it’s a New Year, and hangovers aside, we have a lot to try and accomplish.