Trauma? Not Quite...

So, as is the way of things, events that happen on Saturday are reported on Monday night. Let's hear it for my reliability and dedication...
As for what happened on Saturday that merits reporting...I got up, ate breakfast...yeah, yeah, fast forward to the exciting bit, right? Okay. At around two o'clock, I walked into a jazz club by the name of Stampen, carrying my guitar. Needless to say the statement "I walked...carrying my guitar" is redundant, as I never go anywhere without it, but in this instance it's relevant, I swear. But I digress. I walked into Stampen for the express purpose of participating in what they call a "bluesjam," which was essentially an open mic, with a focus on...you guessed it, blues (no points for guessing that one). It took me all of a minute to realize that I was the only one with an acoustic guitar. Disregarding this, I took my turn at the mic, and played "Under the Bridge" and "The General." As I did so, I was literally shaking, despite not being cognitively afraid. It struck me afterwards that this was my first real public performance, and that was nothing unexpected. In spite of that revelation, the shaking was still quite distracting.
To make a long story short, I played like crap, or so I thought. In retrospect, though, Under the Bridge didn't go too badly, and what's important is that I did it at all; one has to start somewhere. That's what I'm telling myself at least. In any case, I plan to do it again, so it can't have been that traumatic. Or maybe I'm just insane. Only time will tell *cackle*...

In other news, Nasa (a friend of mine's nickname, not the American space agency) has been so kind as to format my transcriptions of the Latin inscriptions of last week into a more conventional text (lower case, with actual macrons and æ's). Unfortunately, my digital expertise does not extend to converting the pdf into a file type that Blogger can handle, but if anyone's interested, email me (or him, if you know him) at smithw12321@gmail.com, and let me know, and I'd be happy to send it to you.

PLaATJ,
--Gazebo