Nothing I have ever done in my life was stupider than forgetting about my own rehearsal on Saturday. I was on my way to the eye-doctor when Chiaqui called to confirm the location of the studio and date which was NOT Sunday like I thought. God bless her for getting date right, but the location wrong. Fortunately I was already dressed, so I after stuffing my guitar, cable and charts into a gig bag, I was on my bike and running to the station. Out of a three hour rehearsal, I only missed an hour. Chiaqui got there before me, and rehearsed the band through her arrangements of standards, so no time was really wasted. We didn’t have enough time to try Space Cowboy, but I’m sure that won’t be missed by anyone but me perhaps.