So I guess anyone who bothers reading this wants to hear more about my trip to Peru...been busy at work and really, putting in lots of overtime and I haven't had time to do more than upload a few choice pictures on Facebook.
That said, last week, something left my life that I thought never would. I finally said goodbye to my Gig Shirt.
This shirt was a flashy, purpley, Hawaiian kind of thing that I actually took to Peru and wore for most of the Amazon part of the trip. It was my Gig Shirt. And my Sunday Shirt. Long story, short: any time my band played a gig, I wore this shirt. Anytime I worked a Sunday shift for my former employer, I wore the shirt.
But it was on its last legs. Strands were fraying off the sleeves and it was just starting to look tired. I had asked my mom to hem the sleeves and she just told me...the fabric was just worn out. So I was doing my laundry last week and I told my mom...the Gig Shirt is done. And I put it in the trash. Almost as sad as putting Sheba, my first electric guitar, to rest.
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