Gassed and Gas

Last night I stopped to fill up my tank. Needless to say I had to sign a promissory note to get it (hardly laughable as I am still $50,000 in dept because of college). It was made even worse by the fact that I was tired beyond all belief. Few times in my life have I been as exhausted as I was last night.
It all started about 6:00 PM. I was very excited for our concert. By 6:20 my excitement had faded to tension and angst as about half my band students were late. I am somewhat bitter about that, but hey, I wasn’t going to rock the boat with the boss.
My students never cease to amaze me. They really rose to the occasion last night, playing a piece of music that is far more difficult than they have ever been challenged with. Luckily, they were all about it and they worked hard on it. After our part of the concert was over I sat down and shuddered. It was over.
What followed was an experience in and of itself:
being mobbed at “Colonial Café” by 20 screaming middle school girls…eeeeek….toooooo much estrogen…..
By the time the night was over, I was gassed…the gauge reading waaaaayyy past “E.” But I noticed that I need to fill up, my car, that is. Great…another 10 minutes away from sleep…
So I went to my customary fill-up station and low and behold, the sign which had said $3.97 for regular only a day earlier, now read $4.15…doh…or as Brooke G. once put it, “and there’s a cherry on top.” I put $20 worth in and called it good. I will search for gas tonight…after I get done with this Proclaim gig…hmmm…still wondering what I am supposed to do…
I hope it involves some kind of sleep…