Monday, February 21, 2005
I am a good friend. I mean a really good friend. Last night, after a packed weekend of socializing and having fun I was tired. Real tired. However, a good friend of mine was playing with her Brazilian drumming group on Queen St. So she wanted me to go, and I wanted to go, but man was I tired and out of nowhere a blizzard descended onto the city.
Guess who left the house in a blizzard, despite her tiredness and regardless of the gale force wind. Me. That's right, I went to see my friend play. And, you know what. She was great. I mean really great. Also, I had a real good time.
I am sure there is a lesson here somewhere, but I am not going to think too hard on it.