Flashbacks

....of our debut gig have us all fired up. This project has been worth the endless rehearsals, we gelled when and where it counted. Onstage. To a packed to the rafters, very appreciative house. At the end of the nite someone said to us that it was like we called her, asked what her favorite 36 songs were and then played them all. Even the Bay City Rollers song. With a giggle and a grin HRG will admit we did it babies. We played Saturday Night and they went wild. It looked and felt like a director yelled "ACTION!" Suddenly we were filming a video. Not literally, but well, you know. Absolutely everyone was singing along, pumping their fists in the air, the bartenders were dancing, waitresses too..... For the record, the men yelled much louder than the women. It was a "we were.....and....." moment.

And it was cool, being worshipped again. It was the first time in a long time, too long a time, that HRG was let out of her cage. It felt good.

A sort of spidey sense moment told me old and missed friends were there for a short time, at the back where they couldn't be seen. Then again, sometimes wishful thinking gets in the way.

The end of the year is, believe it or not, only about 48 days away my babies. I've been rearranging shelves, moving boxes, making room for new ones. The temptation to open some of them is too much, and yes, sometimes I do re-visit the memories, but only the good ones. They are the only ones that count.

You know babies, I've rambled on about nothing really, which wasn't my intention when I sat down, but this groovy tummy has started making sounds like cats being tortured and the neighbors look worried.

Let's blame it on the one who is too far away and her grilled cheese sandwich.


HRG