Baby got back? Why yes, I do. A more than ample share, I might add, which is a good thing when your life seems to constantly unfold like an SNL skit. Like in 11th grade, at my junior piano recital. For weeks I practiced and prepared, psyching myself up for this recital. After 8 years of blood, sweat and tears, I was finally one of the big wigs among Mrs. Miyasato's piano students. One of the ones the younger kids hoped to play like when they grew up. One of the ones the parents pointed at, admonishing their kids to practice hard so they could play like "that girl." My piece was showcased in the finale. Hands clammy, heart racing, I walked up the stairs to the stage and proceeded to take my seat at the grand piano. Deliberately inhaling and exhaling, I slowly closed my eyes and channelled Bach Invention in F Major for all I was worth. Even in practice, I had never executed it as flawlessly as I did that evening. As I lifted my hands from the keyboard after the final note, heady exhiliration left a silly grin on my face. I could hear the applause and whistles, and I willed myself to wipe the stupid smirk off my face before turning around to take my bow. Apparently, I was concentrating too hard, because I failed to remember those same stairs I'd climbed to reach the stage.
Slid like a landslide down those same 3 steps on my big fat derriere and flew right into the first row of the audience. Right into the lap of Mr. Tachibana, my world history teacher. In one fell swoop, the roaring applause had turned to deafening silence. Clearly in shock, I managed to quickly assess the situation and decided to effect damage control. I stayed down. Which was a good move, because instead of pointing and laughing, everybody became concerned that I was seriously injured. Which I assured them I wasn't, but only after a good few seconds had passed for maximum damage control. Luckily, I'm a quick thinker on my back.
But baby's got another back here, this time in reference to SNB Under the Hoodie. Well, an almost-back. I have another 3 inches to go before I bind-off for the hood. And yes, these pics are brought to you once again by the trusty 60-watter night lamp. The real color is somewhere in between these 2 pics, one taken with and the other without flash. Not that it really makes a difference, since both look pretty crappy. I promise to take better pics during the day! This hoodie is moving along surprisingly fast. I thought I'd get bored with all the stockinette, but I'm finding it really therapeutic.
So, what's the moral of the story, folks? When in doubt, stay down. It's a good save.
But not as good a save as Mr. Tachibana!