Let's Do Something Different

Ok, that was a joke, remember where I live? It was Friday afternoon so it was Dinghy Dock, Two Doug's and a Mariel for me. Oh, I could have done something else, but this is my favorite time of year for Friday nights, because there aren't crowds of people. You can hear the music and the conversation at the same time. There's plenty of space to sit or wander and still plenty of people to enjoy seeing and chatting with. 

If you can guess what this is, you win the prize...of being correct.

A welcome musician sits in

I had to leave for awhile since CWIM and the chickens have yet to figure out how to feed themselves. On the way back, these three filled my eyes. Transportation modes of various sorts; we've got it.

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.