A very big sheewww...

Don't want to be remiss: I had the best Friday night I've had in a long time this past week. Beginning with the cheery news in the morning that i do NOT have breast cancer, the day quickly escalated to dizzying heights of joy as Lyman found himself available for family antics earlier than anticipated.

Early dismissal from school allowed my beautiful daughters to join us for what I thought was an outstanding Thai lunch (love that green curry!) and then a completely unexpected hour or so of sound check. Doubly joyful as I didn't think the girls would be able to see him, let alone see the band play. Sound check is more fun than the shows (for me) these days given their informality and opportunities to interact with the boys in the band. The girls were amazed and you never have to ask me twice to spend more time listening to that bass player. Add in to the mix the umpteenth visit with the other guys (don't you think Steve needs to name that band?) and it made for a joyful afternoon of friendly chatter.

A dash back up county to drop off the girls and change clothes and I was off to meet gf Jill for the show---which was very much what I expected it to be: I saw little other than Lyman's charming visage; I loved hearing his little vocal part on ... another number that wasn't "Moonlight". I think we should all resolve here and now to persuade Lyman to incorporate his own vocals into his Steve-independent pursuits. In my opinion, he has a particularly compelling stage persona: I think he's a guy who always gets noticed whether he's playing, speaking or not; his eyes have that twinkle, his laugh is infectious and his smile is priceless. Add in his bass talents and his voice (I'm still trying to find the proper adjectives...) and I think as a leader, he has something that we're not seeing a lot of these days. Its a very unique combination. Lyman---I will manage you for not so much money. Come on!

Afterward, we got to be "those girls" who were waved backstage to the green room---and invited with the band to a champagne reception for the performers, shmoozing the Strathmore PAC's prominent donors. Off we were, then, to their hotel where we were something of a large natural force of laughter and scandalous chatter. Honestly, I have no idea when was the last time I passed a few hours so densely packed with laughs, chatter, and booze. Perhaps it was the last time I allowed Beth, Dave and Asia to be together in the presence of alcohol. Quite a show was that one as well.

So there we were far after last call and I was still feeling a little too wound up to know if I was safe to drive---I didn't drink that much but I've always been a cheap date. Thank goodness for my darling cousin who shared the cool quiet of his room for about an hour where I settled down and decided I was quite sober after my giddiness was removed from the whole situation.

What a great night. I wish I'd been less tired when I left, though. It might have occurred to me to remove from his doorway the large trashcan placed there by the other boys in an effort to literally trip up Lyman as he surely hurried down to the wickedly early lobby call.

thanks, Boy Wonder. Thinking of it still makes me smile.