The Vicad editor had a printed blog post today telling us what a nervy, edgy kinda guy he is – he had a musician stay in his house during Bach Fest. A nice thing perhaps, but not particularly courageous. His guest was, after all, a classical musician. I once knew a guy who caught clap from a violinist in the Corpus Christi orchestra, but generally classical musicians don't strike me as dangerous sorts. Nothing like, say, rock drummers.
I've known musicians who would have made iffy house guests. Some you wouldn't want to leave alone with the silver, and you clearly wouldn't want them to have your credit card numbers. Most of them you wouldn't want to let into the bathroom alone. They will rifle through the meds looking for goodies. But even with musicians like these, you aren't risking a whole lot. Our editor simply hasn't done enough crazy things to understand what a crazy thing is.
Our little mothers, guests for the weekend, brought along two kids, one a few months old, the other a cranked-up one-year-old.
Here you have a photo of the equipment they brought for a weekend. I've moved from one apartment to another with less baggage. The mommies and the babies, even though oversupplied, were a lot of fun.