The night club Friday night out was quite a success. We got a table. At first I imagined the others hated the music, so I couldn't settle in. Once I realised they were enjoying it, even the cellmate, I relaxed.
The compositions and arrangements were imaginative and full of light and shade, not what you might expect of jazz fusion. The performers were far too good to be playing for peanuts in a small venue.
Some of the soloing, on guitar, keyboard, and various saxes, fair took the breath away. It would have taken away the hearing too, if I hadn't had earplugs.
I bought the only round, but they only wanted water so I shouted myself a whole bottle of lite beer.
Saturday. Dog walk to supermarket. Scrabble - I won, not that it matters at all, except that the prize was bonkoid. Afternoon nap. I cooked a brilliant lamb casserole with leeks, parsnip, carrot, rosemary and wine.
We watched the first episode of the new Mad Men DVD - series 3. Twelve more episodes to go, so maybe we'll watch another one on Sunday. The upside of living in a country where it's not broadcast on TV - you can get the DVD and schedule it as you like. It all balances up.