Hola, niños. This is Uncle Alvarez, Ellen's acoustic guitar. It was Bring-Your-Guitar to Work Day and Ellen and I had an outing.
As we were leaving for work, she was packing me in the case and I heard Gary say "You aren't really taking your guitar to work, are you?"
And my beloved said yes, she was, and so was Rocker Dude Kevin, and they were going to jam. Then Gary said "You really don't play well enough to play in public" and then she said "Oh, REALLY, Mr SH-" and she shut the case and I didn't hear the rest.
So I stayed in my case until 4 when the work happy hour started. Ellen and I played some chords, and we even took requests. One person asked to hear a C, and another wanted to hear a G, and then someone said "Play a B flat." I was so proud because she had just learned B flat the night before, and even prouder when they said "Play an A sharp!" and she played the same chord. Love that joke. Then someone requested a C Sharp (evidently that's some computer programmer humor; I didn't get it either).
I thought we were working well together until Kevin the rocker dude handed her his electric guitar. I tensed up. My every string was taut. She cooed "Ooooohhhh, so pretty" and she stroked the strings. "Wooo - you can just blow on the strings and it harmonizes. It's so responsive!"
Well, I could have killed her right then. I know there's a little rivalry between me and Ding her electric, but she doesn't fawn over Ding the way she did this other guitar, Les ... Somebody. Or was it Paul Somebody? Anyway, I was pretty jealous until Kevin the rocker dude took me in his hands and I tell you, I didn't know I could make noises like that. I bet he can even read music. Take that, guitar whore.
Anyway, there's this friction between Ellen and I now. She even went out after the happy hour to buy some special guitar items that only work with electrics, the cow. She's playing with that bastard ding-face electric guitar right NOW, when she's supposed to be blogging.
Anyway. Don't mind me while I gently weep.
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