One significant task for the first month was to get our engagement photos taken so that we could send out our save-the-dates. My good friend and groomsdude, Jorge, came to town and graciously spent the day with us, snapping some classy photos around our hood. Here are the best photos, along with some of the silly ones as well.
Thankfully, I was blessed with a gig at the New Museum of Contemporary Art. It wasn't anything huge - just one three hour shift every other week for $15 an hour. And all I had to do was busk on the ground floor during those times. I could even keep my guitar case open for museum-goers to make donations and/or get some of my merch. This gig went quite well (excepting one of the days, when I just totally forgot about it) -- I made a bit of money, sold a few CDs, and generally felt like I was making a (higher profile) contribution to the arts in this little town.
But the real blessing came the day after my final performance at the museum.
I received an email from another curator there, who was helping organize an exhibit that was to take place between May and June. She heard me performing the previous day and thought I would be a perfect addition to the exhibit, which would involve 10+ musicians playing guitar and singing different parts to one three-minute polyphonic composition. If I could commit to it, this gig would be 30+ hours a week, at the same $15/hour rate, for eight weeks.
This is pretty cool, I thought, until I read that the song was composed by the bassist and songwriter of the iconic post-rock band Sigur Rós. Then I thought this is potentially a career-making gig!
But with the May sailing trip already booked, the big question was -- could I commit to it? And the answer, sadly, was no. I told the curator that I could be there for the rehearsals during the first week of May and then most of the dates of the exhibition, but that I'd be gone for a whole week at the start of it.
The next few days were grueling, as I awaited her response. Finally she got in touch to inform me that they would not be needing me after all. This was pretty devastating to hear, but what could I do? Meeko and I were so looking forward to the sailing trip and my parents had already spent so much money to charter the boat... my hands were tied.
So on May 9th, we took an early morning flight from JFK to STT, stoked to spend the following week sailing the British Virgin Islands with my family.
And that's exactly what I did!
Tomorrow I'll post another entry with more info about the exhibit. But for now I just want to thank God for coming through for us. We have been so blessed this year and God has already provided so much; we can't wait to see all that S/he has yet in store as we approach our November wedding!