So J and I had had on our calendar for months that Deke Dickerson was playing at the Continental Club last night (yes, a SUNDAY, as in The Day Before Monday). There have been several times where someone we want to see is playing on a Sunday night, but we always chicken out when it comes down to getting ready to leave the house at 9 o’clock.
But Deke only comes to town about once a year, and we really like his music – catchy, eclectic, clever, and best of all, danceable. So we sucked it up and went last night. We had a good time, but it was a pitiful crowd – less than 30 folks there, when on a Saturday night, a Deke show would pack the place. So I felt a little bad that Houston gave such a poor showing, but it was nice to have the dance floor mostly to ourselves.
It was after midnight before we left, and then after the drive home and having a snack, it was 1:30 before lights out. I knew it would be a late night, and set my alarm for 6:45, but J forgot to change his, and it went off at 6, and I was up. Damn.
Luckily, my steady sips of caffeine over the course of the morning have perked me up a bit. But this getting-through-a-work-day-on-4-hours-of-sleep thing…I am too fucking old.