Wasted time
Last week I agreed to help a former band mate accompany Betty Salamun’s DanceCircus for their performances of Salt. I now sincerely regret my decision.
Last night, I arrived at 7 pm, which was the time we had all agreed to meet. The dancers were present, along with one of the other musicians (one). I sat around for 1.5 hours waiting to actually do something. I finally left at 11 pm. Crabby. Tonight will be no different. 4 hours is a waste of my time. Next time I will simply say, “No.”