Open mic night was wonderful, as usual. I couldn’t wait to get there. It’s warm tonight, warm enough for summer clothes, shorts and tees. There were at least 10 of us around this table, and it is so good to be with good friends, no drama. Lots of laughter. Lots of good fun music. I needed it, bad.

I’ve been asking Beth, my good friend who used to sing professionally to do a Joni Mitchell song. I wanted her to do Blue, because it suits her voice so well, but we don’t have a keyboard player in the “house band” so she hasn’t done it, because it really needs piano with it. But tonight she got up and sang Joni Mitchell’s Woodstock, and said it was for me, lol. Because that one can be a’capella and she has a good enough voice to pull it off. I was honored.

My good friend was there, I got caught up with him. Going to see him Saturday night in a show for his church. They are calling it Frankie and Johnny. He’s going to sing all Frank Sinatra songs, and another guy is singing all Johnny Cash songs. It’s a fundraiser for the church, but he gave my friend and I free tickets, normally $15 each. I know I’ve said it before, but he’s one of the sweetest men I’ve ever known.

A bunch of us girls have been talking about having a writers group, and so tonight we made plans for 5 us to meet at my house Sunday for a first meeting to kind of see what we want to do, and where we want to go with it. My good friend who taught acting and wrote the other play we read already had an idea for another short play, which we could all perform at open mic. Even though I would be scared shitless to get up and perform in front of people. We’ll see. I don’t want to rain on her parade, she’s so enthusiastic.

Off to bed. I am so sleepy. I drank one glass of wine tonight and I’m ready to just disappear into the ethers when I hit the bed. Love and light, all.