Last night, JUST LAST NIGHT, I had said to Joey, “I hope they don’t pick me and that the lady never calls me back.  I’m not sure I want to sing in that wedding anymore.  It sounds…high maintenance.”

“Well, we’ll see,” he said.

“That recording stunk anyway, bad sound quality.  I bet they won’t pick me.”

Well, I JUST GOT A PHONE CALL.

I’m in.

“Welcome aboard” were the words used, actually.  I’m not sure that comforts me.