So I played pinball. Unhappily, only two of the seven machines actually worked properly. Pinball gets no respect nowadays.
And I tossed the football and basketball. And I played air hockey.
All this produces a lot of sore muscles in the arms that you don't get from video games.
I also ate way too much lunch.
So there I was last night, skipping dinner, full stomach, muscles aching, going down to the basement to record. It took us just over two hours to retrack the four vocal lines (including punch-ins to fix glitches). Then we headed over to Baskin-Robbins for dessert, arriving five minutes before closing.
We were civilized though. We ordered to go.
(Andy Rooney mode on: Have you ever noticed that when your body hurts, you become too stupid to actually take aspirin? Why is that?)
Fortunately, Gretchen brought me aspirin when she went back upstairs to turn off the ringer on the phone that's directly over the recording booth. The sound isolation is pretty good, but that phone cuts right through.
