On the first tour I did with Secret Chiefs 3 I didn't really know anybody in the band beforehand but they were super friendly and accepted me into the club almost instantly. During the course of the four weeks we had as many as ten people in the van roving around eastern US, rolling into new venues every night and melting faces. Great fun.
One gray day toward the end we had a long trek to the next gig through the southern appalachian mountains. I chose to sit all the way in the rear perchance to nap or enjoy some necessary temporary solitude away from the manic conversations up front. Missing her deeply and looking forward to coming home, I sent Jenya a particularly squishy text.
Except after I hit "send" I realized I accidentally sent this romantic message meant for my wife to Timba, who was busy driving. Oh no. OH NO...
Lest this already weird circumstance get even weirder I chose to immediately get ahead of it and face the music like a man. "Hey Timba," I yelled across the entire van so he could hear me over the chatter from all the way in the back, and then I cut to the chase: "I just sent you a text I meant for Jenya. Please, please ignore it."
The entire van erupted into laughter, as they should. I guess my carelessness deserved some minor humiliation. But being the "new guy" they mercifully didn't go too hard on me.
However, since we were in the mountains I didn't really have much coverage. A few seconds later my phone notified me that it couldn't send the text. So if just waited a little bit I could have deleted the errant message without anybody knowing. Instead I ended up embarrassing myself. Oh well.
You remember everything!