I'm finishing up with the DJing come September. Last night was my 5th last gig.
It's up in Aberdeen *spits* so I decide to book a nice nearby hotel I've gigged and stayed at a few years ago, pap the dog to a friend then Mrs jbj and I can have a nice weekend away since this is my last long distance gig.
The night is awesome - very cool venue with history dating back to The Crusades and Templars. Couple are amazing, guests are very drunk but absolutely no issues. Loads of good tunes etc.
I'm packing things down and a lady comes up to me - "sorry to annoy you, the bride said you're staying at the same hotel as us. We can't get a taxi is there any chance you could take my husband and I home?"
I only have space for 1 person once everything is loaded up so I say I'll take them to the hotel then pop back to tear down. it's only adding 20 minutes onto what at this point is 13 hours of being on the road and working so I'm not going to leave them stranded.
Unsure if it was the 4 solid hours working the pedals on the drive up,dancing and bouncing around during the gig, a small rock I slipped on or a combination of all 3 but as I made my way to the car I felt a pop and my right calf has gone. I just about managed to stay upright. Got them home and then got my kit down VERY slowly and with a lot of pain.
Dr Google makes it sound like a grade 1 tear so not the end of the world but it hurts like a mofo and I'm hobbling around like I've sh*t my pants.
Date day in Aberdeen to see the Odyssey and have cocktails and steak has been cancelled. We're sitting in our room with snacks, pot noodles and booze watching crap on my MacBook instead.
It's up in Aberdeen *spits* so I decide to book a nice nearby hotel I've gigged and stayed at a few years ago, pap the dog to a friend then Mrs jbj and I can have a nice weekend away since this is my last long distance gig.
The night is awesome - very cool venue with history dating back to The Crusades and Templars. Couple are amazing, guests are very drunk but absolutely no issues. Loads of good tunes etc.
I'm packing things down and a lady comes up to me - "sorry to annoy you, the bride said you're staying at the same hotel as us. We can't get a taxi is there any chance you could take my husband and I home?"
I only have space for 1 person once everything is loaded up so I say I'll take them to the hotel then pop back to tear down. it's only adding 20 minutes onto what at this point is 13 hours of being on the road and working so I'm not going to leave them stranded.
Unsure if it was the 4 solid hours working the pedals on the drive up,dancing and bouncing around during the gig, a small rock I slipped on or a combination of all 3 but as I made my way to the car I felt a pop and my right calf has gone. I just about managed to stay upright. Got them home and then got my kit down VERY slowly and with a lot of pain.
Dr Google makes it sound like a grade 1 tear so not the end of the world but it hurts like a mofo and I'm hobbling around like I've sh*t my pants.
Date day in Aberdeen to see the Odyssey and have cocktails and steak has been cancelled. We're sitting in our room with snacks, pot noodles and booze watching crap on my MacBook instead.
) it's best to have the procedure done.