The husband went out of town for a couple of days to some special ops testing thingy which I’m not at liberty to discuss on account it is classified and all that rot. But that’s not what this post is about. It is about what I did while the husband was away.
I have my good ole Ludwig drum kit which has served me well for going on 9 years now. I love the darned thing. All 17 pieces which I hand-picked myself. Now you might wonder why in the world I need (or anyone, for that matter) 17 pieces. I don’t. It’s just that I go crazy every time I enter a music store. I sort of go into this crazed trance and always end up oohing and aahing my way into bankruptcy.
So, having nothing better to do yesterday, I decided to take a trip to Guitar Center. No, I don’t play the guitar, but they do have awesome kits there among other things which I love. I had made up my mind to just look this time. No buying anything. No spending. I was going to be SO good!
I walked into the store and like something out of a supernatural thriller, I was drawn — no, pulled into the drum area of the store. Unerringly I walked straight to the back until I was face to face with IT. The thing sparkled, glittered, such brilliance I had to pull my sunglasses out and wear them just to take a look at IT. I then had to do a double take to see who was calling my name. Shit! It was the drum set! IT was calling to me, pointing at the sticks just lying there on the floor tom.
I was moving in slow motion, until I was seated in that oh so comfortable stool. Yup. Heavenly. I picked up the sticks, hit the heads a few times, tried out the cymbals for the hell of it and 20 minutes later, I had dropped $3,000 plus for this:
Of course, that was just for the drums. There were cymbals and pedals and hardware I also needed to go with IT. These kits don’t come with snares, so of course I had to add that to the shopping list. $2,000 more, and I ended up with this:
I got home (minus the drums, the store is delivering them) and then the crazed trance wore off and reality hit. The husband is due back tomorrow and since it isn’t my birthday, Christmas or my anniversary… yeah. He’s gonna kill me dead. My only excuses are: 1) I’ve been really really good lately; and 2) I’m almost a professional drummer now. Do you think the husband will buy it?
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