After a lovely morning (coupla' friends dropped by and there was a lot of catching up to do), spent the afternoon and on at another friend's birthday party being somewhat tortured by a terminal garage band. You'd think folks in their fifties who have been playing music all their lives and most of them together for ten years or more could finally figure out how to end a song. If I didn't give cues to the bass and keyboard player they would've never known how bad a mix it was.

Still I took a cue from a song that's been wafting through my brain recently - "So if you get the choice to sit it out or dance, I hope you dance..."

That I did. Seemed to be the right day for it. I'm not a dancer, but sometimes music just makes the feet (and body) move. Seem to recall that my keys got confiscated at one point and don't recall much beyond that.