Oh Mercy Me

Tonight, as the Black Eyed Peas once said, is going to be a good night. (The royal) We are celebrating the birthday of a good friend at Cooper's in Nevada City where Burning Man's own Camp Wannaburn will be in attendance and, if all goes according to plan, golden. The festivities, however, will be undertaken with an asterisk because in the back of my mind I will have the knowledge of a 7AM wake up call in my ever-drawing-closer future. Alas, all such fun is had at the expense of some setbacks and sacrifices to one's personal comfort.

The reason for the 7AM wakeup? Bells! I hear the bells, not in the Mike Doughty sense (although that too). In my leisure time I have chosen (or rather was implored) to play with the Grass Valley Methodist Church's own Wesley Ringers - a handbell choir directed by my mom's good friend. Therefore, tomorrow morning at 8AM I am going to be ringing in praise to the Lord (I think). Should be fun. Either way, the early birds shall be rewarded by (semi) sweet tunes. Let's hope I have the constitution and poise to ring in quietness and confidence...