Shippy's Enlightenment

• May 2^nd: Fighting for a concert.
  
• May 3^rd, afternoon: Being told that a sorta consensus decided that band is "not ready yet, which will change in two weeks but not in eight days, not really"; a quick show of persuasion, manipulation of feelings, throwing responsibilities and emergency displacement of such a decision. Experiencing "Everything is going to be fine at the end" feeling.
  
• May 3^rd, evening: It wasn't not exactly the debate itself but rather what continued after it. (By the way, motion: "That debating should be forbidden", language: Czech.) A fine time in Dobrá Trafika prepares the kind of mood you don't want to have ruined.
  
• May 3^rd, night: Being told that EML got a detention, which means all these fine plans are falling through -- that is, concert cancelled; between wondering how could he force his parents to support the consensus without even knowing about it and whether the other two bands will ever forgive us, I sense that a desperate need of a hug is coming.
  
• May 4^th: A change in my requisites: "desperate need of a hug" had been altered by "a need of someone sacrificing to my killing frenzy". Yet, absence of any detergent in my glass during Milan's birthday party softened this a bit.
  
• May 6^th: Realizing what we've lost.
  

What's worse, our failure cannot be taken on account of my sleep deficite.

For an ambitious band, there are only two suitable types of drummers: Either he is very skilled, or she is pretty.

(In Czech, it is "Pro kapelu jsou snesitelné pouze dva druhy bubeníků - buďto je bubeník skvělý, nebo je bubeník hezká.")

Well, in my head I'm forming another theory about drummers, but that can be solved later :-)