Two weeks ago I was dragging around feeling like death warmed over. Last night we went out dancing. Not a lot of dancing mind you, but some. A band we're friends with was playing here in town so we went in to see them. Really fun little bar/restaurant with a clientele that's close to our age and we always enjoy going there. The owner always comes to sit with us, tell us how much they love us coming in to dance.
Had a great little Greek pita pizza and listened to some good music. Even when they play stuff we're not crazy about they always play it well.
The band leader is Jeff an escaped Yankee from Connecticut whom we met when we first moved down here. When he's not playing great music he's the director/manager of an Assisted Living Facility. I teasingly asked him last night that when it came time for us to move in if I could bring a keyboard with me. He got the biggest smile on his face and told us about a lady named Ethel who lived there and had brought her keyboard with her. He asked her to play, she demurred and then played up a storm. So he said yes, I could bring my keyboard.
A nice night with friends, they best way to pass a chilly February night.