Banjo Fantasy Fulfilled
I decided to stop in.
I asked to see their BANJOS. The guy brought out the one they had left from the back, a simple Washburn model. He opened the box for me and I touched it and plucked it a little bit. Then I asked to see dobros and ukeleles and Spanish guitars (which I thought were different than regular acoustic guitars, but they ain't) to compare them, and to make sure I wasn't somehow called to learn the ukelele (which I think is downright adorable).
But I just knew the first time I touched that BANJO that this was going to be my new buddy. It's the prettiest thing you ever saw, and just broadcasts a spirit of fun. I signed up for BANJO lessons, too, so please don't think I can meet you on Saturday afternoon at 4:30 p.m. I can't. I have BANJO!! I'll meet you after BANJO!
The best part was that the owner of the store sometimes goes to my church (which has so many new people that I didn't know that -- I thought he looked familiar but from somewhere else) and he just quietly gave me a really nice discount.
The store was all filled with cute men: young men checking out guitars, older guys buying guitar stuff for themselves. I thought, "GEEZ, I guess this is the place to meet men!" Because a couple of them were very sweet and had advice and were very encouraging.
Now the BANJO is home and I'm going to sit with it a little bit tonight just to see how it feels. It came with something called a gig bag, which is one of those little knapsacks you put it in so you can go to gigs, which just made me so happy I couldn't believe it. I get a free GIG BAG, too!!??
Also entirely fabulous is the fact that my group, Sweet the Sound, cut a CD and it sounds lovely and the cover design is delicious and I'm really proud of it, and we have many gigs coming up.
So all is pretty well in PeaceBang land, as soon as I take one more night off to relax, as I burned the candle at both ends so bad last week I was truly dragging in my soul.