Sunday, April 29, 2007
A night on the town
Last night I went to see a friend play in his blues band before some poets took the stage to celebrate National Poetry Month at Toronto's most famous Blues Club (The Silver Dollar). It was a lovely time, but I don't feel too well today. The way I feel, kind of is in relation to the poet's line below, complete with accurate images:
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Ohhh, I hope you feel better after a nice restful Sunday. The brain poetry is priceless. *L*
It looks like the night was well worth it!
roflmao!
yup, that's mee to a tee just now!
hey guess what? it'sunny out right now!
Scotty is playing Chopin for INga, and I had to ship the video camera off to a litneracy client, so can't record for you... so sad... but it sounds so nice. Wish you could hear him... hey, you could call me and he could paly over the phone!
hee hee!
So, how did the interview go?? Inquiring minds want to know....
Lol Lesley, but it's usually an indication that a good time was had by all....love the poem...and the playing dead doggy at the end
lol
I got the package...Gypsy was right - 2 balloons!
Just put them on, fill 'em up with air and float away...
They're great and I love them.
Thank You.
...i'll try to call again tonite.
Yippie! She Lives! She Lives!
sounds like it was alot of fun. Hope your are feeling better by now!!
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