Wish I could have gone to that Kujala tribute concert. Really. I got stuff for Spain, but tonight kind of sucked. I would have much rather been in Evanston than here. I wanted to thank him and tell him how much I appreciate him accepting me into the studio. I’m sure amazing flutists were there.
But alas, I had no car, no gas, no normal train times, and no one to go with.
So I stayed in Antioch.
I’m just annoyed, I guess. Disappointed. I wanted to go. Okay, I really wanted to go. I planned to go a while back, it slipped my mind, and it crept up on me last minute. It didn’t help that plans changed last minute.
On the bright side, I’m out of this country in nine days.