I went to the supermarket today, to pick up a few things for dinner. Ahead of me in the check-out line was a woman, alone, about my age. Her cart held two packs of chips, two six-packs Carlsberg, and a Sony PS2, nothing else.
Basin Street Blues, Duke, Hodges, Sweets. I'm not a religious person by a long shot, but damn, this is close. This stuff, I'm telling ya, time just drift away, with a big, silly smile on my face.
I'm a busy bee (and bi), so no time for parties for me this time. But I think I'll open a bottle of good port tonight and bring a toast to all the great people of the local bi group; they've done wonders this past year. Good job, boys and girls!