Oh, and some weird stuff
Feb. 18th, 2006 06:03 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
shermaramaI haven't got any means of providing a digital image for your viewing delight but I have a superb bruise on my left leg. I like to play with my snare drum sitting as low as I can get it without the stick hitting my thigh, or at least only hitting it gently on some of the flattest hits perhaps, but I misjudged this on Thursday and spent the entire set whacking my left thigh. I could have stopped and moved the drum up a bit but, it sort of seemed in the right place otherwise. I had something of a bruise then but last night I did the same thing, and it was hurting but it seemed.. right, in a way that makes little sense. By the end I had a right monster of a bruise, swollen and everything, it's about the size of the palm of my hand. I don't know why I find it curiously satisfying.
The other odd thing of the week was getting IDed in a Wetherspoon's in Shepherd's Bush. I'm six foot two, not that should count as a argument against because I was six foot when I was sixteen but still, and I'm 29 and hardly unnaturally fresh-faced for my age or anything. The barmaid didn't challenge either of my younger bandmates, who carry ID because it *does* happen to them now and then. The only explanation I can think of is that I was bundled up in winter clothes and my most obvious gender clues were less obvious than usual. If you're looking at me from the point of view of assuming I'm male, I might look like the sort of suspiciously unstubbled, long haired, slight-of-face lad that could perhaps be a teenager. That's the first time that's happened in ten years...
The other odd thing of the week was getting IDed in a Wetherspoon's in Shepherd's Bush. I'm six foot two, not that should count as a argument against because I was six foot when I was sixteen but still, and I'm 29 and hardly unnaturally fresh-faced for my age or anything. The barmaid didn't challenge either of my younger bandmates, who carry ID because it *does* happen to them now and then. The only explanation I can think of is that I was bundled up in winter clothes and my most obvious gender clues were less obvious than usual. If you're looking at me from the point of view of assuming I'm male, I might look like the sort of suspiciously unstubbled, long haired, slight-of-face lad that could perhaps be a teenager. That's the first time that's happened in ten years...