11 55 pm pdt   [ celebrate good times ]

It's 11 55; do you know where your daughter is? I just saw my dear friend Jo to the door and am now safely ensconsed in bed. I had a magnificent evening, attending my fourth Groaning Mona concert and then spending several hours catching up with Jo.

I had lunch with Doyle's mum and dad today. We went to a delicious Arabic eatery. They were lovely and the conversation flowed thick like syrup. At some point you get over being embarrassed by your parents; you accept that if they act foolishly they are only embarrassing themselves. Doyle has not reached this point yet. His parents behaved perfectly fine, but there were moments during lunch that I could see Doyle was completely mortified. It was strange but fun (like all good adventures).

Karina was supposed to go out with me tonight, but managed to get herself sick, so Jo responded to my last minute call for someone to use my extra ticket. I also got Doyle a ticket because he was rather cross with me for not letting him know about the Scruffy O'Sheas show. The three of us drove to the club together.

I sat in the back seat in the hopes that the two of them would talk, but had no such luck. It was either one of them talking to me or the other. Tis perfectly understandable; relating to friends of friends is a very rare talent. Jo and I chattered like song birds. Doyle seemed sullen.

The performance was a blast. Jo and I danced through the entire set, but Doyle refused all invitations. Charles (keyboardist for Groaning Mona) is a pleasure to watch. He was bouncing up and down with joy as he massaged music from his instrument of choice. I danced with a nine-year-old through two songs. I tossed my head back and laughed with joy every few minutes. Today was a good day.