The birthday fun continued through the weekend, and it culminated in the one gift I gave to myself. We're going to be very happy together. Except that she doesn't have discernable fingers or toes.
Love always finds a way.
At first it felt like a mistake because the people there were so serious and everybody who went on stage seemed like they were completely on their game. Chuy had recommended The Common Interest , a karaoke bar way up north, far from my usual haunts. I invited some folks, and all told about ten of us were there, crammed into a narrow table shoved against the stage. Our waitress took our orders and we try to get acclimated. I'm used to doing the karaoke 'thang around people I know, small groups of mostly comedians whose goal is to get up on stage and make everyone laugh.