Wednesday, October 05, 2005

No More Kermit!

So this past weekend I took my homegirl to Vegas for her 21st birthday. On Friday night, I was less than stunning when I got sick because I forgot to eat before I hit my SoCo 100 bottle. I was cool in the pre-game, but when we got to PURE - the drinks just kept coming. I am a lush so I couldn't resist. Well I couldn't resist having my way with the club's bathroom stall either. Since I had no food in my stomach it didn't take too long before I was dry heaving...and there went my voice, folks. G-O-N-E, GONE! I tried to be soldier, staving off embarrasement for the fact that I had to be escorted out of the club and met by an EMT in the closed KENO section of Ceasars' Palace. But when I realized that I had dry heaved so bad that my voice was gone, I shed a tear like it was the dead homie.

The voice box is almost back to steady state status, which is good because I was getting nervous with my show coming up in about a week. I still have some background vocals I need to laydown for the lead track and a studio session with a new producer on Friday. I could kick myself - but that would be even less productive - for putting myself in this position. Protect the voice at all costs - sounding like Miss Kermit (aka: A FROG) is hardly how I want to rep on stage or on record.

*Back to Nursing*

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