azurelunatic | Fireworks? Y/N

Went to the Studio to hang. Studio-Dave and his girlfriend were there. Very hot inside. We chilled, and

votania found that the problem with the violin had in fact been a backwards bridge. She tuned, a long and frustrating process, as the silly thing kept slipping out of tune.

Everyone headed upstairs, as the fireworks viewing was going to be on the roof. Of the

templeravenmoon clan, I was last up the ladder, having had business in the ladies' room.

Now, heights and I have a very uneasy relationship. I looked up at the wobbly ladder, made of metal pipes welded together, and I said, swallowing the cringe that said that This Would Not Be A Good Plan, "Okay, I can do this," and I started for the narrow opening only seven or so feet above.

I was fine until I got almost to the top, at which point I realized how very narrow the trapdoor was. We're talking a non-standard trapdoor size, which had been fine for the rest of the crew, and would have been fine for me had the ladder extended for one blessed more step, but unless I wanted to do my best imitation of a fish out of water, there was no blessed way that I was going onto that roof. Not to mention, doing a maneuver like that without a solid place to put my feet? Fuck no.

So back down I went, announcing my view of me on the roof ("Not happening!") firmly.

The rest of

templeravenmoon climbed down -- we stick together.

votania called the Viking to let him know that we'd be going elsewhere, and then we set off in B, bad brakes and all. (They *will* be fixed ASAP -- right now the sticking point is that the guy who's going to fix them is likely in Tucson. She's riding the bus the rest of the week.)

And we came home. They've gone out to the canal to hang and have fun and watch the fireworks; I am staying in with my blowfish. (I mean, feet.)