So we were sitting in the garage after dinner last evening, Michael was having a small glass of bourbon with an ice cube while organizing some small parts to finish up his project and I was making our Christmas gift list and menus. Suddenly, cars began arriving to Joe and Leslie's house. Michael offered some people the option to park in our driveway to stay off the street - a no-no here in the complex. No sidewalks. No parking allowed on the small streets. Leslie spotted us, came over and invited us to their party.
After a bit, we threw on clean clothing and brought along a bottle of Irish whiskey that we have had a long while. While visiting Joe's relatives in Ireland a few years ago, Leslie took an Irish fiddling camp. A week-long study for beginning Irish fiddlers. Now, if you take a classical musician who is used to sheet music in front of them and remove all music, then tell them the cords, progressions and to just play, that is quite a challenge. Leslie has gone back to the camp each year and has put together a local Irish fiddling group. They were really good last night.
We hung out for a couple of hours, the whiskey was a success and the music was fantastic. What an unexpected evening.
I am driving Michael over the pass this morning, working out at the other rehab, buying eight poinsettias for the house then taking a nap. We are meeting several of his work friends at a new restaurant deep in the Marina district of the city. It is going to be a long drive but it should be a fun, late night ahead. I predict a quiet Sunday!!
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