I just got back from the used drum purchasing adventure and am now officially in possession of drums. I believe that at least by proxy, I am a drummer. I did give Discountess Bassy a heads up about the purchase after the fact, and of note, she did not fire me. It is also possible that because she was looking for several decent snare stands for her hand pans, a fact that I did manage to recall whilst gassing for drums and related tidbits, that she might have been distracted from my noob drummerhood enough to keep me employed for now.
Come to think of it, when I spent more on a barimatone saxamaphone than I have on any car over the last 35 years, she didn't even write me up or put me on probation. I am a lucky fellow.