All or nothing at all�
11:28 p.m.
Until we actually got up to play, Hubby was bored to tears. Folk music is not his thing, and this was pretty bad. I used to be a folkie, that was my thing, performing on hoot nights at Change of Pace Caf�, the Village Green, that kind of thing. I kind of got out of it when I started really concentrating on the classical singing, but I never felt that you could take the coffee house out of the diva. Anyway, I have become a lot more critical over the years, and I now cringe at the poor singing and boring accompaniments like the ones I witnessed this afternoon. So yeah, I can fully understand Hubby being bored. I probably would have been too, but I think I have a greater tolerance for that stuff.
Anyway, there was also food to eat, and Janice had made a punch of her rhubard juice and white wine, which I drank much too quickly at the beginning, not realizing it was spiked. I brought baguettes and cheeses and a bottle of red wine, which I left for others to drink, not really wanting any myself. It was a good afternoon, in spite of the heat and the flies and the bad music. It�s always nice being a star, even if it�s shortlived.
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