Saturday night, I covered a shift for one of my favorite co-workers. (Her name is Grace; I love that name.) Two incredibly strange things resulted from this. The first was an email to my boss from a member of our club. He said something along the lines of appreciating my warm spirit and it being a reason he will renew his membership. My boss, then, decided to forward the email to the entire staff and thank me.... awkward and slightly embarrassing, since I did just start working there a little over a month ago. The second is the Slim Chickens....
Yes, the Slim Chickens. In conversation, these guys discovered my enjoyment and appreciation for music, told me about their band and asked me to record some stuff... For all they know, I could sound like Roseanne Barr singing The National Anthem. I think they were just excited after having a conversation that was about 90 percent great song lyrics... Needless to say, I clued my husband in on the awkwardness. (I love awkwardness.) He told me it might be fun (as long as he was always by my side- of course). I was half hoping he would be like "yea right, stay away from those guys", though I do appreciate his trust in me.
I doubt anything will progress, but it's still a funny story. I mean, their name is "Slim Chickens". This town is full of all sorts of uniqueness. I'm not going to lie, I'm impressed with the guitar on "No Sleep", but I probably wouldn't be able to listen to them all day like I can Counting Crows.
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