Last Saturday night, the husband and I went to an outdoor concert with some friends at a local winery. The evening was extremely excellent! We sprawled out on the green grass under the summer evening sky. We listened to the most glorious music as it joined with the expanse of the golden hills before us. I was in heaven.
The featured band was Dave Mason. Yes, the one and only Dave Mason!
I don't know about our friends, but the music transported the husband and I to moments in our 20s. He said he was back at the concerts in Winterland in San Francisco. Me. I was back rocking with roommates as we listened to records, and I was playing an upturned ceramic pot as if it was a conga drum.
After the second piece that Dave Mason played, the husband said aloud, "That was almost orgasmic."
So true.
The featured band was Dave Mason. Yes, the one and only Dave Mason!
I don't know about our friends, but the music transported the husband and I to moments in our 20s. He said he was back at the concerts in Winterland in San Francisco. Me. I was back rocking with roommates as we listened to records, and I was playing an upturned ceramic pot as if it was a conga drum.
After the second piece that Dave Mason played, the husband said aloud, "That was almost orgasmic."
So true.
P.S. Why is the camera shaking? I was bopping along with music, holding the camera in one hand and banging my right thigh like it was, yes, that upturned ceramic pot of long ago.
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Thanks for the good cheer. :-)