Travelin' band

My brother and housemate is out on tour again. (If you're reading this from the road: Hi, Joel! We missed you tonight when Craig had to take the trash down to the curb himself!)

The life of a rock 'n' roll musician is a peripatetic one. Joel was gone for six weeks with his own band less than two months ago, and now he'll be gone for another six weeks as the bass player in the holiday revue of El Vez, the Mexican Elvis -- I believe the show is entitled My Mexican Merry Mex-Mas. It was pretty entertaining to hear Joel rehearsing the songs, even though it was hard to make out the details because we mostly just heard the bass part coming from behind his closed bedroom door. There are a lot of parodies and medleys -- one that stood out for me was "In the Ghetto" re-written as "In the Barrio" segueing into "Champagne Supernova" ending up as "Do You Hear What I Hear?" Then there's another one with a Velvet Underground bass line thrown into a random Christmas carol; I never did figure out which carol, so I'm going to have to see the show to find out.

This brings me to my real point: babysitters. We really want to see this show when it gets to San Francisco. We can't take Isaac with us, as it will be past his bedtime (mine too, for that matter!) so he will have to stay at home. But with whom?

Isaac will be 15 1/2 months old by then. Isn't that old enough to stay with a babysitter? Or is it smack dab in the middle of separation anxiety angst? Would it work for us to get him to bed first, then sneak off to the show? Is it possible that he might not even wake up to notice that his Mama and Dad were gone?

Maybe we should have a trial run before the big night, our own rehearsal. We can all meet the babysitter, try a short outing, let everyone get used to the idea. And by "everyone," I mean "me."