7:00 a.m. -- Wake up.
8:30 a.m. -- Arrive at work, a one hour Metro ride away.
5:00 p.m. -- Leave work, your basic tedious 8.5 hour day.
6:00 p.m. -- Arrive home. Jump in the car and leave for Ben's, during rush hour, over an hour away.
7:20 p.m. -- Arrive at Ben's apartment. We record a parody for an e-column I write. Re-record the vocal track for a commercial we were hired to do, then master it. Receive Skype call from Chego, that singer in Venezuela. Tells us he's healthy again and better than ever. (AWESOME.) Chego sends us a new version of him singing one of our songs, and Ben and I go over it wirh him, asking him to adjust his accent here and there. He nails it. We send him money via PayPal (now that's trust) and with it, he'll be recording his OFFICIAL vocal track in a professional studio on Monday. It's the best news Ben and I have heard in eons.
11:30 p.m. -- Talk to Ben about plans for next week regarding recording. Leave Ben's. Grab some Taco Bell because I missed dinner.
12:30 a.m. -- Arrive home. Get to sleep about 1:30 a.m.
And that's how it is: One big awesome pain in the ass.
On the way home, we talked on the phone:
Me: "After dealing with a bunch of setbacks for the past few weeks, it's a relief to have something finally come through."
Ben: "Yeah, I have a feeling most of the time it'll be like that. But the end result will always be worth whatever shit we have to deal with leading up to it."He's probably right. Today, "my friends" (as Chego would say, somewhat reminescent of the Dos Equis guy), all's well and lookin' up.
