Yeah, I know, two entries in one day. Whoda thunk it? The truth is that today was a day of various inspirational elements, and I find myself at 11pm at night needing to write. So here I am.

It was relatively a good day. But weird in the evening. There was a party; my upstairs neighbor Hank decided to have a shindig, complete with live band. A damned good one: the Roger Steen Band, in which Hank is the bassist. They practice in the studio on the property, and while I'm very thankful when I get to listen to them, this was the first night in a while that I got to hear them full on--as in, not through a wall or two. Man, what a night!

There were probably a total of 20 people in the backyard, which is a good crowd. A good night had by all.

It also was a personal night for me. A family friend passed away on Thursday, after a 2 year battle with cancer. It was the first night in perhaps 6 months that I had hard alcohol--a couple of doubles of Makers' Mark--which was quite fitting. Robert was a reformed alcoholic, but would have approved a night of Makers'. In fact, had I enjoyed a cigar and a few rounds of poker, that would have been most fitting. Eh, good friends, good music, bbq hot dogs and burgers...he would have enjoyed it just the same. "Hey toots..." I can hear him now. He's dancing around to the music, enjoying the groove. Making everyone feel happy and welcomed. Miss ya, Robert.

Ok, time for bed now. Or a few more glasses of water before a hot shower and bed. Man, I almost forgot what a great buzz good bourbon can give ya!