|If you can guess what this is, you win the prize...of being correct.|
|A welcome musician sits in|
Back at the bar, a dinner was served. Culebra, where some intrusive woman stops a very nice man in the midst of his first bite of deliciousness to photograph his food...and he doesn't stab said photog with his fork. I love this place.
|I can't wait for scratch 'n' sniff shots. But, if you've eaten this, you can smell it right now, can't you?|
I don't know why some times the music, instruments and voices both, climb further inside your soul, each note having a little spotlight behind it, but it happens. This wasn't one of those...no, just joking again. It was one of those times. Shine on, music folk!
Have a self service Saturday. Do something splendidly.