I'm back and I reek of smoke (she says to no one). I was out tonight with Little Nyah-Nyah's mom. Remember how I mentioned that she talks only about herself, interrupts and doesn't listen to a word you say? It wasn't any different tonight, though it actually worked out well for the mood I was in. I didn't really feel like talking, so was content to listen. And to be fair, we talked a fair amount about her grief process, and she continues to need support. Plus she's fun, and, since she and her hubby own a record label, they get me into shows and introduce me to new music. Tonight (after an eating extravaganza at
a vegan restaurant) we saw a couple of bands. One was a band on their label. I loved watching the lead singer jump around the stage. She introduced me to another old friend of hers who was such a trip;
he spoke a mile a minute and smelled like an old hat, but he made me laugh a few times. I don't know why I'm sharing this with you guys, except to say it was a fun night. Every time I go to see live music , I keep saying to myself "why don't I do this more often?"