secret-secrets are no fun, sacred secrets hurt someone

I had a craptastic day today. I'm not proud of my adjective choice, but it's going to stick because I can't come up with anything better. Be that as it may, today sucked. It started out fine. The weather was hanging in there and maintaining some nicety and I had some good laughs at the expense of a few of the stupid men I know. After this, it starts to get hazy. Band practice got fizzled because of Nathan's sudden ailment and then Jamie took a shower and so I was left to my own devices. Tried to make use of all this spare time by practicing solo. And then some family came over and things just got more suck.

My grandmother arrived today from Texas to begin, well, living with us. So my Uncle John, Aunt Shirley and cousins Sara and Rachel came over to visit. Apparently Sara and Rachel were so excited about today they couldn't sleep. It's their grandmother. Not Santa Claus. I wonder how bummed they were when she just sat quietly and whined about having to eat dinner.

Anyway, my Uncle John has a way of really pissing me off. I just do not even try to bring up my band about them anymore. I always wind up getting hurt somehow so I just don't bring it up around this side of the family. But my mom can't help herself being that it's her brother and all. I mostly stayed out of it and sat in the living room with my Dad (which should go to show you how much I didn't want to be down there). But on their way out my Uncle stops and says, "Tell me the next time you play a show on a Saturday that isn't a kiddie show." I tried to control myself and not be offended by that comment so I said, "We don't play any kiddie shows. They're all for adults." So he says, "You played a show somewhere at a home or something.." and I said, "The Holly City Family Center is not for children. It's just the name of it. It's just a room with a stage.." and he says, "Well, that didn't sound very exciting." And I said, "None of our shows are exciting. They're all like that. I wouldn't know what show I should invite you to because none of them are going to be exciting" and he said, "Sooorrry" and all put his hands up like he was surrendering and I just wanted to scream.

If you're reading this and not getting why that upset me, I understand. I know it doesn't sound like a huge deal, but it just annoys me. When I was young, he was all about supporting my little music dream and taught me how to play "Hey Jude" on my first guitar. But when I started to record the music I wrote, all he had to say was that I "over sang" and since then it's just been either disinterest or subtle digs. I don't understand. I guess I shouldn't let it get to me, but it does get to me. Seriously put me in the worst mood.

In conclusion, today was craptastic. fuck it.